Cho: "I see you've married the leetle boy."
Cho pulls a cigarette from her silver box that she carries in her inner breast pocket.
Fleur: "Oui, I have. He's become quite ze man."
She eyes Cho's failing attempt to find her lighter. A smirk appears on her face.
Cho: "I can't help but remember. I was his first love."
Having given up on finding her lighter, she begins lowering the cigarette in disappointment. Her free hand is about to retrieve the silver tobacco box again.
Fleur: "I don't mind it. I'm fully satisfied being his true love."
Her confidence shines as brightly as the blue flame that bursts from her palm.
Fleur: "Need a light?"
Cho's eyes widen for a moment but soon narrow knowingly at the suddenly much taller looking Veela. Hiding her intimidation, she raises the cigarette to the flame.
Cho: "Why thank you, Fleur. You're an angel."
The older woman smiles satisfied, her eyes still boring into the Asian features of Cho's face.
Fleur: "I know, he reminds me of that a lot."
The claws that formed behind her in anticipation to strike retreat stubbornly, the opportunity to taste fresh blood ripped from them by their own mistress.