Fleur nodded, gesturing to the chair. She would rather have not, wanting the man to leave as quickly as possible, but this was important and she was much more welcoming to him than Carrow.
Hearing what kind of inquisition Carrow had been doing on her sister, Fleur brought her hand to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Mon Dieu..." the French witch muttered under her breath. She knew that nothing good would ever come of Gabrielle hanging out with and seducing as many Slytherins as she did. She had tried to get the girl to spend more time with the Ravenclaws and Gryffindors, like she had in school. But her sister loved the darker side of things.
"Zhank you for coming wizh zhis to warn me, professeur." she said, leaning against her desk, massaging her temples as she tried to figure out what to do about the situation.