"Oh, well...you were a teenaged boy at one time, n'est ce pas? You know how moody and difficult they can be," Fleur said then sighed. "Louis is such a sensitive boy and he is - special. He has attributes inherited from my side of the family which no other male that my mother nor I can remember there being for generations."
She paused, searching for her words. "It makes relating to others more complicated for him. Something which I had to overcome when I was young as well."
Fleur smiled sadly and nodded after Neville spoke. "He is very fortunate, oui. Whether or not he sees that now, I cannot say but I am confident he'll come around to knowing that. Right now he is just very upset and embarrassed and confused."
She leaned forward, her brows knit into a frown of concern. "I just hope that all of this hasn't painted a permanent impression of my son to you, for I know he'll be worried about that come the new school year."