At that, Fleur took one look at him, grabbed his arm, and dragged them both into one of the dressing rooms, yanking shut the curtain and casting a Muffliato charm around them.
"There are ears, even here," she hissed. "You know that, as well as I. They called all of us in, which I am sure you know."
Her eyes took him in, perhaps for the first time, taking his measure.
"Perhaps you are right," she said. "But in doing so, do not forget that your family loves you even..." She lifted her hand to stop him from speaking. "Even the ones that treat it as a joke. They are hurt, they see it as betrayal. You are not like them, maybe this is so, but you are still one of them, or you would not have said that."
She crossed her arms and swallowed, knowing she was both interfering and possibly being foolish in trusting him.
"I am your family now too. I want you back. Tell me what I can do, what you need me to do."