Fleur shot her lover an apologetic look as she moved back into FLeur's bedroom. Fleur growled, prepare to give whoever was interrupting them again a piece of her mind. Really, it was evening. Why was everyone calling her on her now?
Not at all expecting who answered the door, Fleur looked at the older man in surprise. Again, she didn't blink as this professor also looked her over. "Professuer Slug'orn." she nodded, allowing him entrance more willingly that she had Carrow, but not by much. She just wanted to fuck her fiancee, what did the world seem to have against that?
"What is zhe problem zhat you need to see me so late and so urgently about, monsieur?" She arched a brow, hoping that this one would be quick.