“Good morning,” He said as his eyes twinkled with mischief, as well as memories long forgotten. “What can I get you, miss?” She seemed taken aback by the professional demeanour, and a brief look of confusion flitted across her face as she probably wondered what was going on.
“Harry…?” Her tone of voice was light yet questioning as she tried to make sense of the situation. “Harry Potter?”
Harry grinned. “It’s good to see you again, Fleur. Been way too long, huh?”
In hindsight, he should’ve known that maybe - just maybe - there might’ve been people that took his reclusivity rather badly. Harry was unaware of such people existing, unaware that anyone cared enough for that to happen.
Well, at least he found out eventually.
Fleur narrowed her eyes, and took a deep breath. A very, very deep breath. “Where have you been?” She asked in a deathly silent voice. He opened his mouth to respond, only to be cut off. “No, where have you been?” Each word was sharp, and clearly enunciated. Anger rolled off her very tongue - manifested through her tonality and words of choice.
“I, uh, was going through some stuff?”
“Are you asking me or are you telling me?” God, was she scary.
“Telling you?”
Fleur snorted derisively, and glared at him. “I’m expecting an actual answer, Harry. You left, and we tried to find you - I tried to find you - but couldn’t.” If he squinted just right, he could probably make out a hint of concern in her angered gaze. “Where were you?”