"You are younger zan me. Per'aps een a few years, you will learn 'ow to do zat sort of magic. Zen eet would be zee sort of zing you would use een zat situation," Fleur suggested in a distracted sort of way. She was playing with the frayed edges of her skirt, and though her mouth was talking, her brain was wondering why she had chosen to wear a skirt that day when she knew she would be fighting a dragon?
Fleur returned Michelle's smile, but only briefly. She could not keep up with all the Hogwarts houses and didn't understand the divide. "Cedric 'as told me zat 'Ooflepoof ees zee best 'ouse. 'E says eet 'as a reputation of being zee... 'ow do you say... leftovers? But 'e 'as told me zat eet ees for zee well-rounded students 'oo are good at everyzing. So, of course, eet seems to be zee best."
Fleur shrugged. Hogwarts did nothing more than make her homesick. She didn't appreciate the differences between this school and her own. "Een Beauxbatons, we do not 'ave 'ouses zee way you do. Zee girls live een one tower and zee boys een anozzer. Een zee towers, we are separated by our years. Zere ees a common room for all of us, and several ozzer rooms for different 'obbies and events. Eet ees nice for me, because I am not separated from my seester by 'ouse. We are een zee same place."