While Fleur usually left the signature Delacour tantrums to Gabrielle now that she was older, she still managed to rile one up from time to time when things did not go her way. Like now, for instance. "Zhat woman! Carrow, I am going to kill 'er! I swear, she wants to make my life a nightmare."
Seeing that Gabrielle had taken over the tantrum line, Fleur tried to calm herself. One upset and hormonal veela was enough. She was sure the school didn't need to try and handle two. "I know, soeur, I was far from done too." she groaned as she saw her sister dip her fingers into her wet sex. Moving over to her, she took Gabrielle's hand in her's and brought it to her mouth to clean it and savor some of her sister's taste. "But Carrow is not someone to be ignored. And I am sure Monsieur Malfoy will report to 'er straight away if you do not return promptly."
Sighing, she nodded and watched sadly as her sister got dressed. Once Gabrielle was finished, she moved to her sister and cupped her face in her hands. "Listen to me, Gabrielle." she said seriously. "I know 'ow you are and I know zhat going zhrough a veela's maturity is tres difficile, but zhese...zhese are different times in England now zhan France. Zhere are serious repercussions for your actions. I am not saying be chaste, but please, soeur, be careful. If anyzhing were to 'appen to you I do not know what I would do." she stroked her sister's cheek with her thumb softly. "You are a Delacour, strong and powerful, but do non let zhat go to your 'ead. J'taime, ma petite ange."
Fleur kissed Gabrielle softly on the lips and forehead before straightening back up. "Now, we must not keep Monsieur Malfoy waiting, non?"