*26—Stern*

Fleur locked eyes with her daughter. She'd said all she'd needed to say—how Neville was too old, how he probably still was upset years later from his divorce, how Fleur and Bill had sacrificed a lot to make sure their kids didn't have to face any kind of trouble whatsoever.

Victoire had barely gotten a word in. Fleur needed to understand so much—Victoire wanted them to know because she loved her parents dearly but she also deeply loved her former professor; she wanted them to realize that she'd never had such a connection with a man before and doubtful ever would with any other man. Acceptance would be nice, but Victoire at least wanted her voice to be heard. Was that too much to ask? She didn't think so.

Apparently, Fleur did. Because she refused to listen.

So Victoire left.