Fleur could tell that her fiancee was much less concerned than she was about what was happening outside the very much guarded Hogwarts. Fleur read the Daily Prophet and the French wizarding newspaper. She made sure to keep up with what was going on in order to prepare herself for the inevitable fight that was welling up in England. She could feel it and ever since her veela has been even more at edge than usual. She knew she would protect Lavender and her sister at all cost.
"I zhink we were about right..." she paused as she undid Lavender's blouse again, leaning in and kissing her collarbone. " 'ere."
And with that she was interrupted again with another knock. She growled in frustration.
Looking to Lavender, Fleur went to the door, fingering her wand as she opened opened it slowly.