Gabrielle had never used a time turner, as she was quite sure that in doing so she would wreck something pivotal. While her dancing was graceful, she did not trust herself to uphold the same poise when dealing with sensitive matters such as, well, destroying the future.
Guiliano's voice low in her ear made her skin tingle. She had few secrets, and the one the girl did possess was probably laughable in his eyes. "Sometimes I..." it really was silly, given how gifted she was. "Zere are times zat I wondair 'ow eet would be like to not be a Veela. I wondair what my talents would be eef I deed not 'ave ze beauty and ze voice." She began thinking out loud, talking more to herself than to Guilian. "Would people no longer stare at me? Would zere be anyzing special at all? Or would I just fade eento ze crowds on ze streets?"
She shook her head, returning to a smile. "I 'ave not told my Fleur zis, 'as she 'as always been razzer sateesfied wiz eet, non?"