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Mr.
Weasley
gave
a
maniacal
laugh
;
Mrs.
Weasley
threw
him
a
look
,
upon
which
he
became
immediately
silent
and
assumed
an
expression
appropriate
to
the
sickbed
of
a
close
friend
.
"
And
,
of
course
,
you
'
ave
met
my
leetle
daughter
,
Gabrielle
!
"
said
Monsieur
Delacour
.
Gabrielle
was
Fleur
in
miniature
;
eleven
years
old
,
with
waist-length
hair
of
pure
,
silvery
blonde
,
she
gave
Mrs.
Weasley
a
dazzling
smile
and
hugged
her
,
then
threw
Harry
a
glowing
look
,
batting
her
eyelashes
.
Ginny
cleared
her
throat
loudly
.
"
Well
,
come
in
,
do
!
"
said
Mrs.
Weasley
brightly
,
and
she
ushered
the
Delacours
into
the
house
,
with
many
"
No
,
please
!
"
s
and
"
After
you
!
's
and
"
Not
at
all
!
's
.
The
Delacours
,
it
soon
transpired
,
were
helpful
,
pleasant
guests
.
They
were
pleased
with
everything
and
keen
to
assist
with
the
preparations
for
the
wedding
.
Monsieur
Delacour
pronounced
everything
from
the
seating
plan
to
the
bridesmaids
'
shoes
"
Charmant
!
"
Madame
Delacour
was
most
accomplished
at
household
spells
and
had
the
oven
properly
cleaned
in
a
trice
;
Gabrielle
followed
her
elder
sister
around
,
trying
to
assist
in
any
way
she
could
and
jabbering
away
in
rapid
French
.
On
the
downside
,
the
Burrow
was
not
built
to
accommodate
so
many
people
.
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Weasley
were
now
sleeping
in
the
sitting
room
,
having
shouted
down
Monsieur
and
Madame
Delacour
's
protests
and
insisted
they
take
their
bedroom
.
Gabrielle
was
sleeping
with
Fleur
in
Percy
's
old
room
,
and
Bill
would
be
sharing
with
Charlie
,
his
best
man
,
once
Charlie
arrived
from
Romania
.
Opportunities
to
make
plans
together
became
virtually
nonexistent
,
and
it
was
in
desperation
that
Harry
,
Ron
and
Hermione
took
to
volunteering
to
feed
the
chickens
just
to
escape
the
overcrowded
house
.
"
But
she
still
wo
n't
leave
us
alone
!
"
snarled
Ron
,
and
their
second
attempt
at
a
meeting
in
the
yard
was
foiled
by
the
appearance
of
Mrs.
Weasley
carrying
a
large
basket
of
laundry
in
her
arms
.
"
Oh
,
good
,
you
've
fed
the
chickens
,
"
she
called
as
she
approached
them
.
"
We
'd
better
shut
them
away
again
before
the
men
arrive
tomorrow
...
to
put
up
the
tent
for
the
wedding
,
"
she
explained
,
pausing
to
lean
against
the
henhouse
.
She
looked
exhausted
.
"
Millamant
's
Magic
Marquees
...
they
're
very
good
.
Bill
's
escorting
them
...
.
You
'd
better
stay
inside
while
they
're
here
,
Harry
.
I
must
say
it
does
complicate
organizing
a
wedding
,
having
all
these
security
spells
around
the
place
.
"
"
I
'm
sorry
,
"
said
Harry
humbly
.
