Fleur had managed to dodge being drawn into a pantomime as an unwilling volunteer by backing away and pretending to study the hideous shoes in the display window. There was one pair made up to look like the British Flag, and another that was a violent orange with skulls. They were all thick soled and dreadful. Just as she was contemplating buying the skull ones for Bill for Christmas, she caught a flash of red hair in the reflection of the window. She looked up, her eyes widening as she saw Percy.
"Mon Dieu," she murmured. She turned around, walking quickly, slipped her arm through Percy's and started to walk through the crowd. "I thought you weren't supposed to come," she said.