Bill stood there for a moment. His eyes darted between the Matriarch, the Veela crowd, the occasional glance up at Daphne and I, before they finally landed on Fleur. A small smile grew on his face as he said, "she didn’t have any before the ceremony. I know Fleur is a warrior by her own merits. Merlin knows she is a far greater fighter than I and I am not ashamed to admit it." He paused for a brief moment before continuing, "but I know how important this is to you." His smile grew even wider. "Fleur Isabella Delacour, your Dance of the Golden Warrior was beyond beautiful! It was a masterpiece!"