"Of course," Fleur said with a smile. "Every leetle girl zinks about zeir wedding day, do zey not?"
Fleur flicked through the swatches as she talked, "I 'ad always known zat Gabrielle would be my bridesmaid because she ees my leetle seester, so we used to always talk about our pretend-weddings. Since we are both part-Veela, we are - well, zere ees no way to put eet delicately - beautiful een a way zat we cannot control. So, I always zought zat seemple, well made dresses were zee way to go. My muzzer was a model for Alberta when she was younger, so I knew zat I wanted my dresses made by 'er."
Sitting back with a dreamy, far-away expression on her face, Fleur continued, "Minimal jewellery, just complementary. 'Air not fussy, but up out of zee face," Fleur reached out to touch Ginny's hair to illustrate her point, but left her hand hovering by the side of Ginny's head, afraid that she would lose a hand if she dared touch the youngest Weasley. Slowly, she lowered her hand. "What about you? What do you zink?"