"Me? My daughters adore me. Eet ees you zat no one can stand. You smell like zat slum you call Spain."
Mrs. Delacour scoffed haughtily at Mrs. Turpin. Her daughters had never run off halfway across the world to leave their mates to die! The Turpin sisters weren't worthy of her daughters, or any Veela. Fleur moved to her mother's side, hoping that she could do something to stop this but not knowing what.
"I vill go find her," Mrs. Delacour declared, heading towards the stairs.