To say it had been a long week would be an understatement. It had been seven days since the ominous feeling had settled over the village but it had felt like an eternity. It had felt like that before Victoire had died and it had only gotten worse but perhaps that was because she had yet to really sleep. Fleur had snuck in a short nap but that was about it and sleep tugged at her eyelids now but she fought it. There were things to do like head to Moody's and check on the sick and to see how Draco was holding up; he had told her it wasn't pretty but she still had to go. It was something she wanted to do and it kept her busy.
Ginny's illness was something she had heard about. Albus had been rightfully worried and scared for his mum and she had heard a few of the details from Draco himself. The visions, seizures, and fevers had been awful. In a recent visit she had witnessed Helga succumb to her illness just yesterday. It was disconcerting and worrying and Fleur wasn't the type to do either. Yet while she was there she could not walk past the familiar red-head without stopping to check on her and see how she was doing. They hadn't always seen eye to eye but it didn't mean she hated her or wished such a thing on her.
"Ginny," Fleur said softly in her accented English as she came to stand beside her bedside. "'Ow are you feeling?" She asked taking in her appearance with her eyes before moving to assist her with the task of sitting up and to prop a few pillows behind her so she would be as comforable as possible. "Many people 'ave been worried about you."