George saw plenty of blonde women pass by but none of them looked as if they were waiting for someone. Right at seven, though, he heard a clatter and he swore someone said the name Fleur. Shifting through a few people, he saw the blonde bent over trying to gather her things and noticed a piece of parchment as well. This had to be her, right?
He picked up the rest of her things and handed them over with a bright smile and looking her straight on he saw that she--oh...oh. He'd heard of Veelas, of course, but had never encountered one and that's why he was so taken aback. After a moment of staring he shook his head roughly and looked away - that would clear his mind enough for him to talk to her. Hopefully.
"Fleur? It's George," he said, his voice a tad bit nervous. Bollocks.