Re: Hogsmeade: Victoire & Fleur
"I can speak it perfectly," Victoire explained of her French. Her mum had taught them all in the traditional way. Words were always French when her dad was at work breaking curses, while they tossed sand over their heads and played in the surf of her childhood.
"I can keep up," she replied with a smile that was, of a moment, very genuine and nothing of the snake. Younger, yes, but that look around the room and climbing confidence was so very like her mum. She felt safer, which was ridiculous, of course. She was the same age as the woman across the table, and her own hexes were quite good. But her mum had been a champion, and she'd always loved that thought. That of everyone in Beauxbatons (which she abhorred, simply abhorred), her mum had been chosen to compete against her Uncle Harry; that had always been a matter of pride for Victoire.
"I thought they were pranksters too. My cousins are terrible pranksters, and I got rather riled until we met them in person. Now, I'm just confused and rather disoriented."
Which was rather more truth than the little snake had intended upon spilling.