Before she had a chance to answer him, he was off, Fleur finished picking up the chairs and stacking them with a wave of her wand until he came back, and then, she followed him silently to the pond, looking up at him with a querying gaze before raising her eyebrows.
"My day was not ruined," she said, giving him a cautious half smile. "It was merely rudely disrupted. I still have you at the end of it all, no?" Still, she sank down onto the robes and pulled her knees up to her chest, the skirts of her wedding robes spilling around her, pale in the darkness.
She let out a breath. She wasn't hungry, although they hadn't eaten much, being a typical bride and groom with everyone eager to speak with them, congratulate them.
"Do you think they're alright?" she asked quietly, not saying who, knowing Bill would know. It was not wise to say anymore, not knowing what had been left behind, or who might still be listening.