"Bien sur," Gabrielle replied, her eyes glinting at Ginny's reaction to the permanent Silencing Charm. She gave Ginny a knowing smile, remembering Fleur's stories of just how loud the Weasleys could be.
Many had expected Gabrielle, as the epitome of female, to have a room that was a riot of pink, flowers, and fuzzy stuffed animals. They were quickly proven wrong by the elegant but decidedly not fuzzy furniture and wall hangings. The room, immediately upon entry, was a bland white, but upon Gabrielle's arrival it shifted to turn varying degrees of deep blue.
Gabrielle did a quick survey of the room -a purely cursory one, there was rarely anything out of place- to make sure there was nothing she would not wish Ginny to see. Her desk was in order, the curtains on her four-poster bed were pulled, the windows were appropriately covered and her paintings were all of the non-talking variety (with the exception of a portrait of Fleur, but that one always kept quiet when Gabrielle had attractive company).
Her inspection done, Gabrielle turned to the fireplace to welcome her guest, purring, "Welcome to my home," when Ginny came -rather gracefully, Gabrielle had to admit- through the fireplace.