"C'est quoi, ça?"

"A letter, for Hermione."

Fleur raised a brow in confusion, "mais-"

"English!" Sirius called, "we don't all speak French."

Theo snorted. "Sure, Mr. toujours pure."

She shrugged at Sirius' exasperated look. Between her being born in Seychelles and both Theo and Sirius' more traditional upbringing, it was really only Cedric, who-

"I don't mind. This is her home."

-was too nice to care.

"But," Fleur continued, " 'ermione iz not 'ere?"

A shrug. "She will be. And I need to explain the wand and hair."

Fleur nodded, pushing food her way. " 'ere, eat. Mangez."