Whatever she was going to say got interrupted by the arrival of Fleur, Bill, Sirius and Ron. The Veela stepped forward without a word, blue eyes meeting his as the black haired man followed her movements carefully; the winces and hisses from Hermione made his body tense, ready to fight, but his rational mind understood: Fleur was just cleaning and checking the injuries the bushy haired witch had sustained during torture, and it would be on everyone’s best interest if he kept his temper under control.