"You are right," Gabrielle frowned. "Eef you registair, zat means zat Charlotte and Lucas must, and zey are as dangerous as ze Weasleys's pygmy puff zings." The metaphor sounded awkward once actually said. Blushing, she added, "...Zat means not at all, in case you were wondairing!" Gabrielle crossed he arms, determined for the sake of the children.
Her eyes widened as Fleur mentioned a 'friend.' The younger sister, though thinking very highly of Fleur, had no idea that the elder had already been plotting. She was impressed. "La! Tell me! Je t'en prie! Zis friend- will zis friend 'elp ze primary school?"