Fleur had been lucky enough to get the best Veela epecialist in Bulgaria, who had looked down on her for being only quarter veela, and not pregnant by a Veela man, but she was a good doctor, and had assumed she had eaten her mae. She had gotten several potions from the doctor, including one that restored her thrall to it's normal self.
So, she was enjoying having the thrall back, as wicked as it was. She was striding through the tube station, unsure of who sh was looking for, and in a calculated move, dropped her purse and spilled her mirror, keys, and a parchement on the floor, hurrying to pick it up. "Oh Fleur," She scolded herself. "'Ow clumsy of 'oo."