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Who: Gabrielle Delacour and Luna Lovegood
What: Gabrielle catches a hint of something and is intrigued...
When: Tuesday, Oct 1. Trio's 7th year.
Where: Outside the Great Hall.
Rating: NC-17
Note: This thread takes place in the Tracey/Heidi AU storyline.

Things hadn't been going quite as Gabrielle had hoped since she had come to Hogwarts. It had been far, far too boring. For all her plans for lots and lots of adventures and trouble, she had found very little of it. Even the rumors about the depravity and fun to be had in Slytherin house seemed to have been greatly exaggerated. Oh sure, she had found some fun; Sara Moon was a stand out and what she had expected for Slytherins. But, it seemed most others were just prudes. There were tragically few sexy teachers and one had been strictly forbidden to her by Fleur. Gabrielle was wondering if she should try to return to Beauxbatons soon.

That was, assuming she was allowed to...

She hadn't discussed it with Fleur yet, but Professor Carrow had implied that the school was locked down and no one was to leave. At first, that sounded too good to be true. Now it sounded like a prison sentence.

Then there was Fleur. Gabrielle was still full of many mixed emotions about her sister, her sister's fiancé, and where that left Gabrielle. Fleur was one of the highlights sexually of being at Hogwarts but even she seemed to not have enough time for Gabrielle because of her job and Lavender.

Having had dinner, Gabrielle was looked at another disappointing night. Fleur was busy. Sara had Theo hanging all over her. And any other prospects that came to mind were far too desperate to be with her to be enticing in the least. Which was very sad because Gabrielle was in quite a state.

As dinner came to a close, Gabrielle was staring down at her plate when she suddenly caught an interesting scent. Her eyes immediately darkened and she hid behind her hair. She didn't look up for a few minutes while she got herself under control.

She glanced up and saw a quirky looking blonde girl in a Ravenclaw uniform almost skipping her way out of the Great Hall. As she moved away, Gabrielle was certain that was where the intriguing, enticing, intoxicating scent was coming from. Ignoring her hangers-on, she made her way out.

The other girl was moving slowly so it was easy to catch up with her. In her perfectly tailored Slytherin uniform, her hair neatly up in a clean bun, and subtle make up that was meticulously applied, Gabrielle approached her. "Allo," she greeted Luna, her French accent thick in that moment. "I am Gabrielle Delacour."