Fleur Delacour constantly discovered things that would turn out to be important in her life moving forward, be it a fact about herself or her heritage that she never knew, or an external factor that she never would have expected. It turned from happenstance to a regular occurrence in her mind, and she didn’t mind it all that much.
However, on the twenty-fourth of February she found comfort that she never knew she needed. On that day, she had her first Harry-hug.