Fleur Delacour | [Anything Goes]
Fleur was doing what she was best at after everything had happened here: Moping. The French witch was taking the loss (or return home) of her fiancee much harder than she really should have. It meant he was safe, after all. She sat in a coffee shop, drinking her latte slowly and just staring out the window. Not crying or anything, just staring.
It wasn’t a very exciting morning or anything, really. Coffee and staring out a coffee shop window, hoping it would numb her enough to stop feeling so hurt... Lost. It was truly worse than when she first showed up in this wretched place. And now this terrible fog. It was more of an annoyance than anything else she had come across so far.