Fleur listened intently to the sad and worried girl and smiled softly and understandingly. Pushing hair behind her ear, she paused before answering.
Hearing Ginny's name mentioned Fleur understood. "My and Gabrielle's grandmozher," she began as she decided there was no reason to hide her heritage, that the girl honestly was just worried and wanted to know the truth, "was a Veela. A quarter of our blood ees Veela."
Seeing Tracey begin to cry, Fleur felt bad for her. Lifting Tracey's cheek with her fingers, she looked in Tracey's eyes. "We 'ave charms zhat used freely, no person can resist." She said softly, "Zhe fact zhat Mademoiselle Macavoy was able to resist a girl wizh Veela blood who ees actively using 'er charms ees a testament to just 'ow much she must love you."