"Mousier Weasley, eef I am going to be tipsy, zen so are you," Fleur said, this time blushing when he winked. Oh, she liked him. She didn't need to compare him to her ex-boyfriends to make sure that he was the best man she had ever met. No one had ever made her blush so easily. She nodded in agreement with Bill about the yoghurt, continuing to roll the paste into balls.
Fleur's stomach did a little flip when Bill looked at her, and she was struck with how cruel she had been to boys throughout the years who were blown away by her. Was this how they felt? Were they so taken by her that their entire body's chemistry felt like it was alive with electricity? Fleur tried to match Bill's flirty smile, and she may have done a good job, but she felt like she was melting into a puddle.
"Hmm," Fleur drew her lower lip under her teeth while she thought about his question. "I 'ave 'ad a lot of 'obbies, but not a lot of free time een zee last year or so. One zing zat I could never give up was photography. I bring my camera wiz me almost everywhere. My fazzer taught me 'ow to use eet when I was a little girl, and I would follow my muzzer around zee 'ouse, taking 'er picture. She used to model when she was younger, and since she ees 'alf-veela, you can imagine zat she ees very beautiful."
Fleur was overcome with an urge to take a photo of Bill, but she thought it might be considered creepy, so she resisted. "I photograph anyzing, zough. I see beauty where ozzers would see nozzing."