Fleur often enjoyed a wide berth from her peers when she walked the corridors of Beauxbatons. They all scarpered out of her way when she walked past - especially those in the younger years. The first years practically shook in their boots when she passed by them. The small, vindictive part of her enjoyed the way that they froze completely but the more rational part of her brain told her to just ignore them and let them get over it eventually.