Gabrielle had spent a long time getting ready to search out her prey; Heidi Macavoy. She wanted to leave nothing to chance so she went through outfit after outfit trying to find the perfect one. She had even asked Fleur for help, though her sister spent far more time looking at her naked than she did looking at her outfits.
Having picked out what she wanted to wear, Gabrielle took a bath and prepared herself. Dressed in a pink and red paisley tunic, long pink skirt and leather boots, Gabrielle wore subtle eyeliner, red eye shadow and a hint of blush on her cheeks. Her hair, wavy and perfect, hung down over her shoulders.
Fleur had given her a number of places to search. Sadly, they had all turned up empty. The only place left was the Quidditch Pitch. Luckily, it was unseasonably warm for March in Scotland and Gabrielle was able to venture outside.
Finding Heidi down at the Quidditch Pitch, she arrived just in time to see her enter the locker room. With a feral grin, she practically stalked over to the entrance. Schooling her features back to an innocent friendliness, she called out, “Allo?”
Stepping inside, she called again with her accent thick and her tone sweet, “Allo?”