She knew that it would happen at some point. She knew that eventually her mother would grow bored and tell her that she didn't need to attend those horrid meetings anymore - although Fleur could have done without the unimpressed look on Apolline's face when she told her. She skidded to a stop snapped out of her daydream of taking Hermione out to the lake nearby for the rest of their stay as she ducked behind a corner as two familiar voices approached.