Fleur had just barely caught her breath when the black goo began to surface once more. It bubbled up and began to take shape the same way it did when turning into Dorian, only this time, something was different.
Much more had appeared this time, and it rose up in a circle around her. It formed a wall of murky black before splitting off into segments. The segments began to take shape, and soon Fleur found herself surrounded by a crowd of people. There were some faces recognized and some she did not, but even without recognizing them all, Fleur knew. These were all the people she had ever affected with her charm.