Fleur ignored Gabrielle's protest, she was focused on trying to control her veela, which was ready to tear into whoever was at the door. Fleur knew that with her luck, it would be her own mother next!
Seeing the Malfoy boy, Fleur did not let down her glare. What could he possibly want at this hour? If this was some childish dare...
Ignoring his first question, she greeted him simply. "Monsieur Malfoy." her voice still with it's hint of danger.
Hearing the reason to why he was here, Fleur had to control herself from growling again. Was it Carrow's sole mission to make her life a living hell? She knew she could do nothing to change it at the moment, so she had to concede. "Of course. Wait 'ere, I will fetch Gabrielle and say good night to 'er."
With that, she shut the door in the boy's face before turning around and letting out a growl. "I am going to kill that woman!" she let out, positive Carrow had a personal vendetta.
Moving to Gabrielle in her bed, she looked down at her longingly. "Professor Carrow 'as sent Monsieur Malfoy to escort you to Slyzherin, to make sure you do not miss curfew."