The ale made Fleur feel warm all over. She had never had anything quite like it. The wine usually had at dinners and feasts was more elegant and seemed to be softer than whatever was in this ale that had made it quite so potent. It had settled in her stomach comfortably as she leaned into Hermione's side for stability as the girl chattered away with Seamus - who, after the first mini confrontation - seemed to be quite a nice boy.