Gabrielle bit her bottom lip, clearly hearing the weariness in her sister's voice. For a moment, she considered going back to bed and not troubling Fleur. The younger Delacour quickly realized, though, that the burdens on both of their minds were the same, and it was well worth discussing NOW. For whatever reason, they had been dealing with Umbridge's decree separately, when really, they'd be much stronger united.
"Fleur, you are not sleeping," Gabrielle quietly stated the obvious. She stepped down the stairs to join the other blonde.
A few moments of silence passed as Gabbi's eyes adjusted to this level of the house. Her pale hands clutched a strand of her own hair, playing with it nervously, before she finally thought of the perfect, simple thing to say.
"Je n'aime pas Dolores Umbridge." Indeed, Gabrielle did not like her at all.