It was Sir Walter’s firm belief that the family’s hopes for a proper wizarding match depended on Fleur. After all, Fleur was still nearly as lovely at twenty-nine as she had been a decade prior—with long silvery blonde hair, blue eyes and skin that glowed in the moonlight. Sir Walter had scarcely any thought to her age, especially in comparison to the others in the neighborhood, including his own Pansy, who had gone a bit haggard in his opinion, and Lavender, who had had several babies and thus had lost her youthful figure.