Gabrielle could not have been much more smug. Ginny was smiling, she was slightly flushed, and she had responded to the summons without hesitation, barely stopping to break off her other conversation. This was definitely going well.
"I'm Amanda, reserves for the French team," Gabrielle's companion held out a large but not unneccessarily calloused hand for Ginny to shake. "Gabrielle tells me she knows you?"
Reminding herself that subtlety wasn't one of Amanda's strong points, Gabrielle gave Ginny a smoldering smile, murmuring, "We met at my sister's wedding, Mademoiselle Weasley."
Gabrielle was completely capable of speaking the Queen's English, in some places better than the natives themselves, but that would require giving up a piece of her appeal that she was unwilling to relinquish. Americans were not the only one that appreciated an accent, though they were certainly best known for it, and many an English head had been turned by the peppering of French flavor Gabrielle gave her words. Ginny had noticed her even before hearing her speak, but a little extra couldn't hurt.