She had been sitting at the Ravenclaw table with the other Beauxbatons students, critical eyes roaming across the area. She noticed Harry Potter quickly, sitting with a pair of red heads and a pretty Indian girl. He didn't look at all as impressive as the stories painted him to be so Fleur turned her head away from him, wrinkling her nose up in disgust when she noticed the ginger boy's face as he pushed food into his mouth. The lion table also didn't look as impressive as she had been led to believe. They were all yelling over each other, throwing food around and being incredibly annoying.