Fleur snorted a little at that. "My grandmother is a powerful enough Veela that the core of my wand is one of her hairs." Fleur admitted, and then stood up, moving over to her chest, and digging through it for a few moments before finding a photo album. She moved back over and opened it hesitantly.
She pointed out a rather cross-looking picture of her at Beauxbatons, and one of a tiny Gabrielle,a few pictures of her as a child and one or two as a baby, and then pointed out a picture of her parents, before flipping it again, and showing Bill a picture of a gorgeous woman with white-blonde hair, who, while she looked as though she was older would remind no one of a harmless old lady. She looked like she belonged on the cover of a magazine, and the man beside her, while handsome, looked quite young indeed.