Fleur didn't want to know too much about what would happen, and she was second-guessing herself, especially since she was as impeccably dressed as always. She hoped, at least, that her shoes would be salvageable. she knew it was a vain thought, but at heart, there was still a lot of that prissy French girl in Fleur.
She came across a girl looking sick. "See here!" she said in her most authoritative voice. The icy cold Bitch of Beauxbatons come out to play. "What are 'oo supposed to be doing?"