"Yes, I already saw George," Gabrielle nodded. She was pleased to learn that most of the Weasleys were there, for both her and Fleur's sake. "So I will have a whole new batch of Weasleys to get to know, is that correct?" she frowned. She'd had enough trouble the first time around. "How old are you here, Fleur?" Back in the regular world, Fleur had been twenty-three. Gazing up at her sister, Gabrielle furrowed her brow and tried to guess the answer before Fleur told her. She looked about the same.
Gabrielle goggled at her sister. "You have children here?" Fleur had been pregnant when Gabrielle had left, and now she had three children? "What are their names?"
"I guess I'll have to," she shrugged. "It doesn't seem like I'll be returning anytime soon, which makes me sad. Henri Chevalier, this very cute fifth year, finally asked me to sit with him at lunch, and now I won't get to." It may have seemed like a trivial problem to some, but it wasn't to Gabrielle.