"Non Hermione, you iz not cold-blooded...it iz ze air, near the zea I think zomtimes it is not zo cold." Fleur smiled softly at her as she started to move them away from the grave. "Hermione haz one of the biggezt harts that I know of."
For once, Fleur didn't sound like a stuck up woman but more of the motherly type that she had been turning into since she married Bill. "We are going inzide, we cannot have you catching a cold or worse out here when ze wind picks up"