Letting her soft smile widen as Gabrielle told her she would comply, Fleur stroked her sister's hair gently. She stopped though, as Gabrielle once more returned to her taunting self. Her grip in the younger Delacour's hair tightened.
"Do not even start, soeur. You will be polite in a normal, civil way. Eef you ever touch 'er in anyway zhat I do not approve of, zhere will be dire consequences. Comprendre?" she growled in a very serious voice that left no room for jokes as her eyes grew slightly black.
Letting herself calm down some, Fleur chuckled softly as her sister clung to her like when she was a child. "I do not want to, soeur," She said, trying to stand up. "But I 'ave to. I promise I will write very soon and try to se you again."