His arms went around her waist. "I'm sorry. That your day was ruined," he murmured. The anger flared again and he pushed it down.
"Can't do anything about that, but we could have another dance?" he offered. Then he shook his head. "I've got a better idea. Wait here." He dropped a kiss on the top of her head before hurrying into the house. Rummaging through the ice box, he found fixings for sandwiches and made a few. There were biscuits in the jar on the counter so he took several of those too along with a couple of butterbeers.
"C'mon," he said to Fleur, heading toward the pond. Stripping off his dress robes, he laid them on the ground. "Sit," he commanded, laying out their picnic.