Fleur shrugged it off. It had hurt a bit, that Bill only say her for her Veela, but she really should have been used to it by now. "Eet was not zhat bad. 'e got over eet and so did I. Sadly, I am no longer welcome een zhe Weasley 'ome. Zhey say I 'urt zheir son too much." She rolled her eyes. He hadn't been hurt really, just disappointed that he wouldn't have Fleur in his bed anymore.
It was safe to say that Fleur was surprised when Lavender responded in french. Most of the students didn't and always just ignores her slips into the language. She smiled and appreciated that Lavender knew her native tongue relatively well for a sixth year. "J'aimerais voir cela." She spoke, letting her voice slip into a flirtatious tone.
"Non." Fleur shook her head and her eyes followed as Lavender displayed her hips. "Your 'ips are just fine." Her voice was just above a whisper.
Fleur stood by and watched while Lavender preformed the charms. She nodded when the heating charm worked, "Tres bon..." She continued to watch as the younger girl faltered on the chilling charm.
"You move your wrist too tightly." The older girl pointed out the flaw. Moving to stand right behind Lavender. Slowly, she took the girl's wrist in her hand and lifted it. "Like zhis." Her voice close to the Gryffindor's ear, body centimeters from the girl's. She moved her wrist in the proper movements. "See? Loosely."