"Vhy 'ave I not met zes other 25%?" Fleur asked coyly.
To be honest, she never thought of what lay underneath the pants. She just tore through whatever was between her and her wife's honeypot. Though Allyson seemed to try to get away from her, the Veela kept her fingers thrusting into the wet slit. Shocked by the idea that Allyson posed to her, she wasn't sure what to say. Before she could think of an answer, someone ran into her, knocking her down and forcing her fingers from her wife. It elicited a snarl from the older Veela...
"Of course she ees not," Fleur told the younger Turpin vehemently. "You 'ave killed her."