"Good," Antonin said as he opened the folder and began pulling out parchments. "We have the papers for the school, and an employment contract which you need to sign," he gestured to the quill and ink which appeared on the table, "a bank book from a muggle bank in Edinborough which shows over a year of activity for the school, back-dated pay stubs, your personal bank book where you have been depositing your checks and saving them 'for a rainy day', as the expression goes." He smiled at Fleur, "Little things like this are easy to document. Now if Acting Minister Umbridge thinks to approach your school, I can bury her in solicitors and court documents. You need only refer any of her inquiries to me."
"Now as to the certification - and I wish the French Ministry was as easy to deal with as my contacts at the Russian - the process requires a little blood magic. I will use my magic to bind the documents to you. As long as you remain free of any hint of dark magic, the documents will be quite indestructible. If you wish, I can also put a certification mark somewhere on your person - someplace discreet, of course."
Antonin reached behind his neck and pulled out his personal wand, and, with her permission, cast a preliminary spell on Fleur. He was puzzled a bit by the reaction of the spell, and put his wand down on the table. "Madame Fleur," he said slowly, "you told me you had nothing to do with dark magic. Yet, I find a faint flavor of it about you. Is there something you would care to tell me?" He folded his hands and sat back in his chair.