"No," Fleur sniffed, lifting up a newly washed glass and pointing her wand at it so it shone to a high gleam. Opinionated as she was, Fleur gave her two-cents where it wasn't necessarily wanted, for no apparent reason. "Your muzzer gave you a name zat ees like 'ers. To me, I would zink zat ees a zoughtful zing. Eet ees a pretty name. Per'aps your muzzer wished for you to be like 'er."
Fleur shrugged. It didn't matter to her one way or the other, her curiosity was shallow and a means of short-term entertainment. She did not know that the matter was one of sensitivity, but if she did, she probably would have asked anyway.