Fleur felt a strange anger rise in her as he turned on Remus. Perhaps it was his remark about being his girl, as if she was a prize poodle to be praised.
"No one followed us," she insisted. "We Apparated in, and we were there, what, twenty or thirty minutes when they arrive." Her eyes went back to Bill. "And we were lucky, but don't act as if it is somehow our fault that we were attacked. We were cornered and we fought back. Luck, skill. One of these, but if you are frightened for my safety, do not turn that anger onto Remus, he did nothing wrong."