Tom shrugged, his hand curling around the carved snake on the arm of his seat. "I suppose you could say that I have a fondness for them, princess," He answered," I used to find them in the gardens when I was just a young boy. I brought them in all the time. It drove my mother crazy." His eyes flicked away from Fleur to Hermione, whose lips had quirked upwards into a tiny smile. "Something to say, Miss Sand?"