If Fleur hadn't know that the spark was because it was really here, she was sure her veela would have thrown a territorial fit. Instead, she smiled. "Oh? I would 'ave been proud?"
"You are right, chere." Fleru smiled fondly at the memory. "I am tres proud."
"Not at all." Fleru smiled and leaned down to kiss Lavender's forehead.
Watching as Lavender finished stripping, Fleur licked her lips and imagined Lavender moving to stand in front of the floor to ceiling windows and bend over in front of them, hands bracing herself on the glass, exposing her backside to Fleur.