Apolline shook her head fondly before pushing her chair away from the desk and peering under it. The faces of two cramped and squashed looking girls stared up at her. Fleur was laying at an awkward angle, her upper back pressed against one of the sides of the desk with her lower back pressed down onto the carpeted floor. The other side of the desk was where Fleur had rested her legs, bent at the knees and incredibly cramped.