It had been a long day for Fleur. She had insisted that Lavender not visit her that night because the girl had a big test in potions the next day and Fleur did not want her to fail it.
But now, as she took a sip of her wine and sat back in her desk staring at the poorly marked paper of one of the assignments she had been avoiding grading, Fleur was beginning to regret the decision. Sighing, the top few buttons of her white blouse unbuttoned and matched with tight black slacks and hair falling loosely around her shoulders, Fleur was about to start grading again when she heard a knock at the door.
Thinking it was Lavender, going against her wishes, she grinned and began thinking of ways she could "punish" the girl, she was surprised when she heard it was Tracey Davis.
Getting up, she set her glass of wine down and opened the door. Looking at the girl standing before her, she could tell something was wrong and stepped aside to allow Tracey to enter.
"Mademoiselle Davis, I was not expecting you. What ees zhe matter?" She questioned as she shut the door behind her. "eef zhis ees about your paper, I 'ave not graded eet yet..."