Fleur was standing stalwart with her armor and spear, gleaming in the light. She had thrown herself into her position and I hoped it didn’t jeopardize her marriage. Bill seemed to have realized just how important the Veela saw me. My disappearance had caused a ripple through the different Magical Creatures that it still amazes me that they trust me so much. Nine hundred years was not a small amount of time but they still held on. Fleur was trying to embody the very trust the Veela had in me and I appreciated it like no other. 