Regardless of how frequently Fleur and Viktor visited, neither was covered by the wards, forcing Harry to open the front door, making the Fidelius wobble through the walls as it was manually disengaged. He took a few steps down the front steps to meet the two wizards, having been patiently waiting for him across the street.<br/>As soon as Harry had exited the house, their conversation became indistinguishable as they greeted onto another, muffled by the wards lining the doorway. It was, however, only moments after that Harry’s laughter cut through them, and almost immediately after, three sets of footsteps were heard in the foyer.<br/>One set immediately stepped into the living room, peering through to the adjacent room.<br/>Though it hadn’t been her who had laughed, a bright and easy smile was on Fleur’s lips as she looked at the unexpected guest with great curiosity.<br/>Still in her overcoat, she was undoing her rough hand-knit scarf with delicate fingers.<br/>“Salut, Draco,” Fleur greeted cheerfully in a way that made Harry snicker from the foyer, having already been caught having had an early start on the drinks.<br/>“I hear we’re celebrating.”