She sat there silently and watched her daughter work. For someone that was as impatient as Fleur was she was surprisingly good at watching people work in silence. It had to be because she had spent countless hours watch Bill work; first as a stranger and then later in increasingly more familiar roles. It was fascinating to watch people work because it revealed a lot about them.
"Yeah, I am ready." Fleur told her as she got to her feet in one smooth and graceful movement. Movement was one of the ways her Veela inheritance was more prevalent, that is outside her looks.
If she had said something, Fleur had forgotten it. She had been rambling any how which was what she did when she didn't know what to say and the silence didn't feel comfortable. Truth was, she wasn't really sure what to say to any of her children. They clearly knew more about her than she knew about them and that made things awkward.