It was a strange place to find herself in, this place. Fleur could attest to that much. Still there was a part of her that wanted to know more, it was the same sense of adventure that had lead her to enter the Triwizard Tournament and even move to a foreign country to live. It couldn't be all bad if Bill was there and he was all she needed really.
"George is here too?" She was still trying to wrap her head around the reality that was her new surroundings. "What if I do not want to leave?" It wasn't like she had completely decided and maybe it would be better if she did stay. If she wasn't meant to be there she would be there now or that's what she wanted to believe. "Then what," Fleur had to ask because she wasn't sure she could just leave Bill there alone; she had never been able to be away from him for long.
Gently, Fleur took one of Bill's hands in her own and flipped it over. He had said people were from all different times but he had to be close to where she knew him from, he didn't look or seem different. He wasn't her Bill though, well, the one she knew from her time; back where she had come from he had injured his hand a week ago at work and it hadn't fully healed. "If people come from all different times, where do you come from?" Fleur asked him softly as she let her eyes search his own, still cradling his hand in her own.