"I am certainly, as you say, making the most of it," Gabrielle's eyes glinted. If sleeping with half the student body was making the most of it, than Gabrielle had been doing so since her third year at Beauxbatons.
"Have you not been at home often?" It crossed Gabrielle's mind to offer her help with the decoration, but after seeing the Burrow, she decided it would prove frustrating. Molly Weasley was a wonderful woman, but if her daughter had inherited any of her decorating tastes, Gabrielle would shortly be pulling out her hair.
After watching Ginny walk into the bathroom (Quidditch did wonders for the rear view of its players), Gabrielle spread herself out on the bed, lazily Transfiguring her clothes into a one-piece nightie that left little to the imagination.
When the door to the bathroom opened, Gabrielle turned her head, promptly sitting up when she saw how her clothes fit Ginny. Anyone looking at them could tell you that Gabrielle was more willowy than Ginny was, but the robes made it hard to decide if Ginny was thicker because she had more shape, or because she had more muscle. The nightgown made it very apparent.
"Are you hot?" Gabrielle asked innocently, noticing Ginny's slight flush. She snapped her fingers, addressing the house elf that appeared, "Fetch Mademoiselle Weasley a glass of cool water."
The house elf mumbled a reponse and disappeared with a crack, appearing a second later and handing the glass to Ginny with a muttered apology before disappearing again.