"That Skeeter woman," Bill answered, unable to help the small smile that creased the corners of his mouth. He had forgotten that Fleur knew her. It wasn't that he didn't know; it was just that they had been here so long, that Skeeter had taken on different proportions than she had in their actual life. It was easy for her role in Lockewood to supersede her role as an annoying journalist back home. It was odd to think that he had read her articles in the Prophet during the Triwizard tournament, keeping up with what was going on at Hogwarts (while listening to the clarifications he was getting from his mother.)
"I think she got what was coming to her," Bill said seriously. He didn't know precisely what had happened to her when they had stormed her headquarters. But he thought that he was also happier not knowing. It had probably been messy -- but it was over with now.
Bill tucked her close to him as he began to walk through the streets. It didn't take him long at all to get them back to his place. He opened the door for her, letting her inside, still marveling that she was here all the while.