Ginny’s eyebrow went up as Amanda explained her lack of robes. Gabrielle had the ability to dictate what the girl could wear. Interesting… “Well, they aren’t really party clothes anyways. I’d much rather be wearing…” Jeans, a big jumper and beat up trainers. She decided it would sound less than elegant to admit that. “…almost anything else.” She chuckled, trying to make the other girl feel better since the topic seemed to make her uncomfortable.
Did Gabrielle just…check me out? It would have been odd for the appraising gaze to be anything but. She felt a hint of color rise up in her cheeks and played it off by looking away briefly. It was odd she knew, but her sister in law was incredibly attractive.
Stop that, she admonished herself. Who thought of in laws like that?
The lips touching Ginny’s cheeks made her miss whatever it was that Gabrielle was saying. There was no doubt that Gabrielle could feel the heat of her cheeks. Nodding mutely, she hoped that she didn’t say anything that required an answer beyond nodding.
Ginny smirked. “Oh, I play for both teams.” She let her own double-entendre hang in the air. “I mean, Ireland and the Harpies.” She chuckled. There had been no mistaking Gabrielle’s meaning, but she wondered why she decided to comment on it then. “No, I think we are the only ones.”
She felt bad, but she really wasn’t all that interested in talking to Gabrielle’s friend. It was hard to come up with small talk, especially when Gabrielle was so distracting. She kept her attention on the pretty blonde. “Are you enjoying yourself so far? You are still living in Paris, right?”