"I will make sure to see you tomorrow, soeur." Fleur nodded. Carrow may be making things difficult with her, but she would not impend her from spending time with Gabrielle.
At the question, Fleur's pride swelled up in defense. "Non, I am not afraid of her." she said confidently. "I am afraid, zhough, of 'er kind. Zhe Deazh Eaters and zhe Dark Lord's followers. I am sure she is one. I am afraid of what zhere presence 'ere means."
"Be good, Gabi." Fleur chuckled with a roll of her eyes.
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Sara was perched on the edge of a sofa in the Slytherin common room next to her fiance Theo, pretending to listen to him prattle on about all of his "exciting" exploits that had happened over the summer to his friends. Sara really couldn't care less and she was mainly focused on sending stealthy glances towards Daphne Greengrass. To anyone who didn't know better, they could be seen as simple glares, but if someone was to look below the surface, they could see how much lust and desire was behind them.
Hearing the portrait open, Sara glanced at who was entering and her gaze froze on the new guest. She had seen Gabrielle Delacour before, of course. She knew the girl always whored around in Slytherin when she visited. The girl had always been beautiful, but something this time was...different about her. It took all of Sara's focus not to let her jaw drop. But she managed to keep a blank face, though her eyes followed the french girl.