Her eyes watched intently as Hermione panted, sweat dripping down her body, as she weaved through oncoming strikes of a member of Queen Apolline's Queensguard. Fleur wasn't entirely which of the knights it was that was fighting and she found that she didn't really care either. She knew that Hermione could beat them - something that had shocked the entire guard when a bastard girl walked into the training area and practically handed them all their arses.