Fleur did feel a bit bad to be perfectly honest. SHe heard the uproar among some of the students about the new information of Tracey and Heidi and instantly knew that she had been the reason behind it. Her telling Lavender. Fleur loved the young girl, but Merde, was she ever the gossip.
Running her hand through her silvery hair that she had just let loose from a messy bun she had been wearing while she had been teaching, her robes hung over a chair as she sat at ehr desk in a black thigh-length pencil skirt and fitted white blouse as she graded yet more papers, her friendly glass of wine carefully placed on her desk between the papers and books that covered it.
Hearing the knock on her door, she raised her head and, after deciding against hiding her glass of wine which was technically not allowed - alcohol anywhere but her quarters or the grand hall was against rules - she figured whoever it was could deal with it, she called out, "Come in!" knowing her door was still unlocked.