Victoire longed to devote all of her attention towards Matt, but in the current situation she figured that Al needed to be taken care of first. Even that quick kiss from Matt didn't seem to dissipate her growing frustration. And when the furious veela came out in Victoire, watch the hell out. "Don't worry about it." She spoke tersely, almost hissing at her cousin as her eyes narrowed. When he had refused to tell her anything, she had accepted his need for privacy. But now he was being a complete, effing hypocrite. A stream of French and English swear words alike began streaming through Victoire's head, her lips longing to part and scream them at her cousin.