Fleur again looked to her sister and cringed at her state. She hadn't wanted to address the subject because she wasn't sure how to respond to it at first. She sighed. "Why...why do you wish to 'ave a child so badly? You are still so young..."
"Because I knew you would not act favorably." Fleur hadn't wanted to hide it from Gabrielle, but it wasn't just something you could write in a letter, at least it wasn't for Fleur. Her gaze matched her sister's as they both began to calm down, though she could tell that the younger Delacour could smell Lavender on her bed and on her skin.
At the kiss on her neck, Fleur made an almost feline-like purr and relaxed more into her sister's familiar touch.
"I remember." That night would always be remembered. "I came because I felt as zhough you were zhe only one who wold love me unconditionally and were zhe only one who would ever understand me." She confessed, "I felt our connection and love and felt 'ow strong eet was..."