Fleur wisely shut her mouth as she continued to go through the clothes in their wardrobe - methodically separating shirts from trousers and skirts from hoodies. She flicked her wand at the piles and they folded themselves before she picked up each one and placed them into the wardrobe. She hadn't bothered to separate her clothes from Hermione's. They had long since begun to trade clothes. Not a day went by when Hermione hadn't stolen one of Fleur's t-shirts or Fleur was sitting in one of Hermione's old Gryffindor jumpers.