"I don't like her, Bill." Fleur strode into the house and slammed the door, hard, behind her. People were always surprised to see just how hard she could slam a door. It was part of being French. To be a proper French woman, one needed to know how to express emotion in the most lovely way possible, and that included slamming a door.

Bill looked up from his desk, where he had been preparing a report on... well, she actually did not know. "Don't like who?"

He was oblivious. She had no idea he would be so oblivious when she married him. Though he still was cute. Those big grown eyes staring at her with such innocence, his hair just messy enough... he had cut it last month, surprisingly enough. Just out of the blue. She had been attracted to his original ponytail, but now... he did look so much more handsome.

But she couldn't think about how adorable her husband was at the moment. She was angry. "Tonks! She iz over there, catching rats, of all ze silly things she could do! She an' Remus Lupin!"

Bill continued to stare. "Huh?"

Sometimes she just wanted to lash out and kill him. "Bill!" she screamed, stomping her foot so that it echoed throughout the kitchen. Proper dramatics again, very useful. And considering how small this kitchen was, that Bill had to put his stupid desk in it. "Our neighbors!"

"They moved in?"

Her Veela blood was about to come out strong.

Bill laughed, blushed, and put his quill down. "Sweetie, I'm sorry. I just didn't know you had gone over to visit them. So... you're telling me that you don't like Mrs. Lupin?"

So strange to think of her with a married name. She folded her arms tightly over her chest and stared at her husband straight in the eye. "She's silly and imma-tor and... and I don't know vat theens they do over there!"

"I don't think that is any of our business. We're pretty strange ourself." He sighed and pushed himself away from the table. "Perhaps I should go over there. I haven't spoken to Remus since the wedding."

"But I vas just over there!"

"Yes, but you didn't invite me! Fleur, you get angry for no reason sometimes."

He was right, but that awareness only made her more furious. "You are ze one that proposed"

"After you told me to propose."

He was right again. Idiot. She stomped over to the stove and pulled a pan down from the hangings. "I am going to cook your fish black tonight." He hated cooked meat.

"Why?" Bill was almost to the doorway. "That's disgusting."

"Maybe I can train you not to be a werewolf, Bill. Just don't go over there. Zey are catching rats."

He grinned and planted a kiss on her cheek, which she quickly wiped away. "Sounds like fun to me."

She cast a fire charm under the stove, despite the fact that there was nothing in the pan. She didn't care what he did. "Just don't eat the eclaires."

"You made eclairs?"

She smiled, mostly to herself. "They're special."

Bill cursed under his breath. "I thought you were going to stop with those kinds of spells."

"No magic. Just lots of pepper."