There were other wizards the area, but it was just Fleur and Severus standing by the scattered body parts. The others seemed tired of looking at the crime scene, maybe they had been here longer. The smell of the corpse could do that to you. Fleur fought the urge to huddle her nose under her wizarding robes to try and stifle the rank odor, but it was an unusually hot day and every smell seemed cloying in this house. If it had been in the winter, then maybe the smell wouldn't be so pungent.