The woman was very clearly a Veela, what with her silvery blond hair and impossibly blue eyes. The unearthly beauty was also a giveaway. I had to quickly break eye contact with her and look to the side as I felt her Allure wash over me. Training with the Flamels had taught me how to resist mental affects, even omni-directional ones such as a Veela's aura, without relying on Occlumency. A lot of it just boiled down to willpower, thinking of something else, and not looking directly at the source.
She was giving us searching looks as well, clearly trying to see if Fleur and Gabrielle were alright and with us willingly, although she hid it better than her companion did.
As for Fleur, she was blushing bright red as she faced the two, clearly embarrassed by the pet name. "Maman! I am not a little girl any more!"
"You will always be our little flower," the man who had to be her father chuckled. She let out a tiny whine of embarrassment at that, but shook it off and turned to us.
"These are our parents, Mr. and Mrs. Delacour," Fleur said, before looking back to them. "Maman, papa, these are Harry Potter, Edward Rose, Sam Parson, and Delilah Hunt. They are visiting here from London."
"Harry Potter?" Mrs. Delacour said, raising an eyebrow at the boy her youngest child had latched onto. Her eyes darted to his forehead, same as her husband, and the Boy-Who-Lived stifled a sigh at that.
"Hello, it's nice to meet you," he said instead, politely offering his hand to shake.
The older Delacours shared a flush of embarrassment of their own at blatantly staring at a celebrity before recovering and shaking Harry's hand, then ours.
"You've come to visit Paris for summer break, yes?" Mrs. Delacour guessed, her Allure having been restrained now that she knew we weren't harassing her daughters. "How have you found it?"
"I like it," Harry said with a genuine grin. "It's very colorful and lively. Compared to here, Diagon Alley is kinda boring. And small."
All four of the Delacours nodded at that, pleased at the praise for their home.
"And how long will you be staying?" the older Veela inquired.
"I'm afraid we're only here for a few more days," I informed her. "But we have seen quite a bit."
"I loved the Louvre!" Harry said excitedly. "It was amazing! We didn't manage to see everything the first time, so we went back twice more, just to look at it all!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Mr. Delacour said proudly.
"Oh, right! Gabrielle did mention some of the stuff in there was yours," Harry recalled.
"I was a Cursebreaker," Mr. Delacour said, pleased as punch at being recognized by Harry for his contributions. "Worked for Gringotts for a bit, then went freelance. I ended up working with the Louvre more often than not, delivering ancient artifacts to their halls for all to see and enjoy. Now I curate the museum itself."
He squeezed her wife's arm fondly. "That's how I met my lovely darling, in fact. She worked for Gringotts as one of their accountants who oversaw fieldwork and tomb raiding expeditions. Still does, in fact, though she's out in the field less often these days."
"It's much too messy outside in the jungle or desert or wherever the goblins like to dig," Mrs. Delacour sniffed haughtily, though she wore a playful smirk as she did so. "I let the new hires handle the dirty work."
'Huh, seems like history repeats itself,' I thought to myself. That sounded an awful lot like how Charlie met Fleur in the original timeline. A Cursebreaker and a clerk meeting at Gringotts and falling in love. How sweet!
"I have a friend who works for Gringotts as a Cursebreaker," I brought up. "He rather likes the job from what I've heard."
"That so? Always good to have new blood!" Mr. Delacour chuckled.
"You are in your First Year at Hogwarts, are you not?" Mrs. Delacour inquired of Harry.
"Going on Second in September," Harry confirmed.
"How lovely! Beauxbatons starts around the same time. My dear Fleur will be entering her Fourth Year. And Gabrielle will be attending her First Year this coming school year," Mrs. Delacour said proudly.
"Oh! I have a friend whose sister will also be a First Year," Harry said.
At that, Gabrielle scowled at the thought of another girl getting close to Harry, which did not go unnoticed by the rest of us. I found it rather amusing, and wondered if Ginny was going to have some competition.
"I'm afraid none of the rest of us attend, or have attended, any magical schools," I told them. At their confused looks, Sam raised a hand.
"Regular guy, here," Sam said with a proud smirk.
"Squibs," Delilah added, putting her arm around mine.
To their credit, the Delacours did not show any looks of disgust or pity, which was the norm back in Magical England upon hearing us reveal that. They seemed surprised, but that quickly faded into acceptance. My opinion of them immediately rose at that.
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