Fleur grinned. "Daphne Greengrass." she said. "Etes-vous intéressé dans elle ? Parce que la façon elle regarde vous êtes un regard de l'un qui pourrait être relevé du charme de Veela..." She took a bite of her salad and acted nonchalant. Are you interested in her? Because the way she looks at you is a look of one who might be fallen under Veela charm...
Matching her sister's grin, Fleur finished her meal. One of the things she loved about dominating her sister was that she didn't just give in like all her other lovers. She had to work for the pleasure.
As they walked down the halls, Fleur began to grow impatient with the slow pace. She knew her sister was teasing her with the wait and walking slow on purpose and didn't know how long she could stand it.
Groaning and not able to take it anymore, Fleur grabbed Gabrielle's hand and began to drag her quickly to her chambers, not caring if her sister might struggle, she knew she was stronger than the younger Delacour.