Fleur genuinely liked her job. She liked the work and she liked the man she worked for, even if he did sometimes take advantage of her willingness to follow instruction. It had been better since the World Cup Dinner Party Fiasco and she'd informed him that she was his professional assistant, and that matters of social life were his department.
Though she was running fewer personal errands now, no more picking up dinner for his family or filling orders at the apothecary, there were things she was willing to do. Running to the bank, for example. And it was work-related and gave her a chance to visit Diagon for a late lunch.
She'd already dropped off the deposit in the vault at Gringotts and was just emerging back into the summer sunlight to find a café when she spied a flash of red hair. Fleur didn't know Ginny well, just what Bill had said, but the younger girl had the distinction of being the only Weasley sibling with a name that Fleur could definitely remember and use correctly. So she waved, rising onto her toes to be seen above the crowd, and called out Ginny's name cheerfully.