Breathing in deeply as she rested on top of her desk, Fleur was now slowly coming back down to reality as her Veela was sated. She blinked a few times as she caught her breath. "Non," she chuckled though her mind was elsewhere. "I zhink zhey may mysteriously be lost..."
Falling back into the silence, Fleur began to return to her normal self and with that, a realization of what she had just done and who with, namely, not Lavender.
Sitting up suddenly, Fleur looked down at Tracey, the french woman's hair still in a disheveled mess. "Merde." she said in a whisper. Quickly, she withdrew off the desk, standing and searching for her clothes, having finally come back to her senses and real life came crashing back down.
"What 'ave I done..." she paniced as she slipped on her skirt. Once it was on she turned to Tracey, now with an angry look as she realized what exactly had happened. "What 'ave you done?! You tricked me!"