Fleur ha to school her features from sneering at the woman. She had always been sensitive about the fact that no matter how long she stayed in England, she could not seem to shake her accent. "I apologize. I will speak more slowly for you, non?" She countered, speaking slower for the effect of having to slow things down for a child. "My students do not seem to 'ave zhe problem zhat you do. It must be zhe young, adaptable ears."
"Alma maters tend to be points of pride for people. I would not zhink of ever insulting yours." She growled. At the next comment, she held her head high. "Oui. I was zhe champion of my school. Sadly, zhe tournament was cut short and no winner was declared." She forwent how she had been in last place. She had been off her game, distracted by the finding of her mate and dealing with denying those strong emotions.
"Gabrielle is a delight and of no zhreat. You shall see." She said warningly. She did not have a good feeling About this at all. She was certain the other professor was up to no good.