The Burrow's kitchen had finally cleared out of people. Molly was somewhere upstairs, supposedly with Ginny, since faint yelling could've been heard from above. Fleur and Tonks were at the kitchen table, tasked with arranging fake flowers into vases. "I really am sorry if I seemed impolite the other night." Tonks brought up.
" 'ou did not seem impolite." Fleur shook her head. " I was more worried zan anysing. I sought zat maybe you were ill."
"I'm alright now." Tonks shook her head. "So how are you? How are you feeling?"
" Eet iz like I am tired all ze time. And I am not really a fan of ze sickness, but eet iz getting better." Fleur sighed, fluffing up a bouquet of flowers.
"That's not any fun, is it? Have you told your side of the family yet?"
"I 'ave. I st-eel 'ave a few weekz to find out if eet iz a boy or a girl. I was 'oping it would be sooner. I cannot wait." Fleur smiled graciously.
"Do you all have any names picked out yet?" Tonks asked excitedly.
"I sort of like 'Dominique', but Bill izn't az much of a fan. 'e said he wants ee-ser a girl name or a boy name." Her friend said thoughtfully.
"You will be alright with the wedding though, yes? All the standing?"
"Oh, I should be fine." She smiled. "You know, it zeems like zis is all anyone wants to talk about." Fleur sighed, quuckly correcting herself. "Not ze wedding, ze baby."
"Oh, sorry." She looked away, focusing on the flowers. "Maybe we talk about something else then? How are things otherwise? You're still working at the bank, right?"
"Oh, yes, Bill iz doing well. Work 'az been a bit bland lately, actually." She chuckled. "I will sure enjoy ze maternity leave."
"Yeah," she chuckled. "Work's been pretty boring for me since I went back last year."
There was an awkward silence, filled with the sound of flowers being stuck in the glass pebbles that lined the bottoms of the vases.
"Can I ask 'ou some-sing?" Fleur conveyed an uncomfortable frown.
"Of course. What's on your mind?" Tonks nodded, looking over her current flower vase before going to make another arrangement.
"Do you ever sink zat maybe we are friends... because we 'ad to be?"
"Have to be?" She questioned
"It juzt seemz zat... well, I sought zat... you did not have anyone else to be your friend?" Fleur's voice seemed a bit nervous, but she sounded more snobbish and flippant than usual.
"I... I do have other friends." Tonks's voice on the other hand was detached, but she didn't become angry or defensive. "Did you just think that you had to be my friend because of the war and the Order or Bill or-?"
"I juzt do not see what 'ou and I 'ave in common. We are very... different." Fleur announced, cutting her short curtly. "I sought zat you 'ad no one elze."
"I know that we're different, but what does that have to do with anything?" Tonks shook her head, still not looking her supposed friend in the eye.
" Eet iz juzt a bit hard for us to talk about anysing when we don't have anysing in common."
There was a pause.
"Well... what kind of things... are you into?" Tonks finally asked.
"I... like to read. Magazines and books and such." She said without looking up. "Missezz Weazley 'as taught me 'ow to knit. I am sinking about 'elping to make ze sweaters zis year."
"That'll give you something to do." Tonks nodded. She felt a bit upset at the idea of having her annual sweater made by someone other than Molly, but did not vocalize it. She had once received sweaters as a teenager when she first became friends with Bill and Charlie, going several years without when she was in auror training, then being gifted again when she joined the Order.
"And what about 'ou?"
"Uh, well, I don't have a lot of time for a lot of hobbies, but um, I guess I'm interested in... quidditch and I do like music... I don't think I can sit still long enough to read books all the time. That's more of a Remus thing, I think."
There was another length of silence.
"Fleur, is this... I don't want to intrude, but, were you not interested in making Remus and I the godparents?"
"Oh no!" Fleur shook her head. "I sink zat ze two of 'ou would be great. 'ou are both zo very good with Little Teddy. I sink 'ou would be wonderful! Oh, wouldn't 'e like 'aving a little friend, too?
"But... what about us? I mean, you and me?" Tonks asked hesitantly
"I juzt sink zat... maybe we should sink about zat, being friends and all..." Her voice trail off. "I don't know why I brought zat up. Eet iz juzt zat I do not know 'ou az well az I sought I did. I didn't know how 'ou felt on where we stood."
"Don't worry about it-" Tonks was interrupted when Ginny came furiously stomping down the steps, her arms crossed. "Everything okay up there?"
"I can not believe that woman! I keep telling her that this isn't that big of a deal and I couldn't care less if my dress is an ivory or a porcelain! It's all the same colour!" Ginny declared, exasperated, throwing herself into a chair at the table.
"Don't look at me." Tonks said with raised eyebrows, tying ribbons into bows around the vases. "I know about as much as you, Hon."
"I sink zat an ivory would look better on 'ou with your skin tone." Fleur suggested.
Ginny rolled her eyes, laying her chin on her outstretched arms. She gestured for Tonks to lean over to her, which she did. "I hate this whole pregnancy thing. I think Phlegm over there knows where she can shove that ivory-"
"I 'eard zat." Fleur said in a low sigh.