"That is correct, ma petite." Fleur told her with a bit of a grin as she kept her arm around her sister. Standing still for a moment, Fleur let her sister look at her knowing she wanted to guess. "Younger than you probably know me," because it did look like her sister was older than she knew her. Then again, she was younger than almost everyone there she had known from real life. "Twenty." She told Gabrielle with a shrug of her shoulders. "Right after the end of the War," Fleur added knowing that would probably be her next question.
"How old are you? Fourteen, fifteen?" She didn't look any older than that. Fleur had to laugh when she asked about her children. "I know it was hard for me to believe too. They are all older than I am too right now, it is really strange to wake up and suddenly find you're a parent." It was still something she was getting used to and she wasn't entirely sure she was what you would classify as a good parent, yet. "Victoire, Dominique and Louis. The older two are here."
Fleur gave her sister's shoulders a gentle squeeze and started to lead them back to the house she shared with Bill, "I know love, but it will be okay, promise. I know it is not what you want to hear but somewhere you are still sitting with him as our lives do go on or something like that." Fleur really did not know the details of how that worked for sure. "What is he like? Tall? Dark haired? Or is he blonde?" Fleur asked in hopes of alleviating some of what her sister was feeling.