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Victoire scampered away as soon as her feet had hit the ground again, giggling at the prospect of muffins and eclairs and other sweets, and halting only to received a kiss from her father. She returned a few moments later with her small hands full of sea shells. Drawing up to Percy, Victoire lifted the shells up a bit to show them off, dropping several in the process. Most of them still looked as though they were fresh off the beach. "I got shells!" she proclaimed proudly, as though that were not apparent enough.
"Victoire, chaton, go wash your hands and put those away. If you want one of these treats Uncle Percy has, you must be all cleaned up."
Smiling at the interruption, Fleur nodded. "It is not so difficult to move. Bill is right." She took one of the boxes from Percy and peered inside. The contents looked wonderful, and she set them down on the coffee table. "Sit down, though! You are going to stay for a little while?"