“There are seventeen reasons why Harry loves Fleur,” said Fleur, slowly, in French. The two were sitting together on their bed. “There are seventeen reasons why Harry loves Fleur,” repeated Harry. She nodded, but noticed his eyes occasionally fall to the …
Fleur let out a shriek of frustration as a skirt was ejected violently from the closet. Harry, sitting on their bed, winced. Another moment passed before a sundress–one of Fleur’s favorites–was also forcefully discarded onto the floor of their bedroom. A …