Fleur laughed brightly as she recalled the memory. "I had almost forgot that." The beginning of the Tournament felt years ago instead of mere months ago. A lot has happened since then, even before coming to the Village. "Their beards were quite brilliant," Fleur told him after struggling to find the words at first. Her English was heavily accented and lacked the polish it had aquired after numerous tutoring sessions with Bill and just spending time with him.
As he slid closer Fleur's blue eyes rested upon him taking in the smaller nuances she could now see with his close proximity: the color of his eyes, the contours of his face, even the wear of his jacket. It wasn't a mystery to her why she had fallen for him. Once she realized she had been staring Fleur looked away hopefully before he could notice the blush creep onto her cheeks.
"Which was when?" She asked realizing she knew very little about them or the man she would call her husband. Nothing beside th fact they have three children and end up married for a while. "And which child are we having? Since we apparently have three." Her curiousity often got the better of her.