Amanda, as if reading Ginny's mind about wondering why she wasn't in her team's robes, mumbled something about Gabrielle not wanting her in them, as she had gotten in a bit of a fight with someone at the last party she had worn them to. Gabrielle's lips twitched the slightest bit at that.
Gabrielle smiled (partly relieved, partly predatory) at Ginny's recognition of her. She was quite aware that since the wedding she had grown in more ways than simply height, and that the slightly shy girl she had been was nothing like the confident woman she now was.
"And you as well," Gabrielle returned Ginny's pleasantry, resisting the urge to wink. She did, however, indulge herself in a quick once-over that Ginny could not have missed, but that Amanda apparently was oblivious to.
The Beauxbatons student leaned into her companion, kissing her cheek in a nearly-flawless imitation of affection. "Mon amour wished me to come," Gabrielle put a slight emphasis on the word, wondering if it would get a reaction out of Ginny, "And so here I am."
"I am told you play for the other team?" Gabrielle let the double-entendre sink in for a moment, before smiling innocently. "With the Irish, I mean to say." She eyed Ginny's robes. "I do not, after all, think anyone else has a Celtic style to their robes."