Classes had ended a while ago, but Fleur had still not retired to her room yet. For once, it wasn't because of Lavender, but because of the stack of essays that she had been putting off in favor of spending time with her lover or her sister. But now, her classes were getting agitated, they had waited almost a week for the grades and Fleur really couldn't put it off any longer. She knew Gabrielle would be waiting for her but she had to get them done.
Finally, she hed finished the last paper, and had packed up, but decided that everything else that she had to do could wait, she wanted to see Gabrielle and she still needed to tell the girl about the trip to Paris.
Entering the room, Fleur, clad in tight black slacks and a light blue equally tight blouse and her hair done in a messy bun, smiled as she saw her sister on the bed. "Bonjour, Gabrielle." she said with a light voice.
Laying her cloak on the couch as she walked by it to make her way to the little bar she had, she continued to talk to her sister, "And 'ow was your day, soeur?"
After pouring herself her "after work" glass of wine, she made her way over to her bed where the younger Delacour rested and sat down beside her, one leg tucked neatly under the other. "I see you 'ave found something to read." She reached over and skillfully plucked the book from the girls hand and laughed at what it was, "Really now, Gabrielle, of all zhe classic, beautiful french liturature I 'ave on my shelves, you choose zhis?" she teased, "You should really be reading somezhing wizh more class."