Bill had decided to come over. He was needed. It was becoming almost like his feelings with Charlie: he just knew when they were having trouble. He apparated outside of the door, slipping in a moment later. It wasn't likely that he was going to get a quick response if he knocked, and he had a feeling that Victoire was asleep right now.
He shut the door quietly, listening to see where she was. Toire's room. Making his way back there quickly, he stuck his head in the door. "Fleur?" He glanced around the room. "What are you doing?"