This was not how Fleur had imagined her last year at Beauxbatons going. When she arrived at school she expected to be sleeping in the same bed she had always slept in at school. She had not expected to be sleeping in a giant carriage parked by the Black Lake. She had not expected to be doing such a poor job of representing her school in the Triwizard Tournament.
Most people told her it was alright. Madame Maxime was always kind and supportive but Fleur could feel it. She could feel the disappointment of her peers and of her family far away in France. Her parents were coming for the last task. If they weren't, Fleur would seriously consider withdrawing from the competition. There was no way she was going to win it at this point. If she couldn't beat grindylows, she couldn't beat whatever was coming next.
She sat in the carriage, musing over her failures and contemplating her future, hoping everyone else would be too busy socializing in Hogwarts to find her here.