“Zhat is very kind of you,” Gabrielle responded happily. She always loved getting compliments. “Zhough zhere is something zhat tells me zhat you ‘ave no shortage of girls and boys looking for a date with zee dashing Quidditch Captain.”
“Fun you say?” Gabrielle asked with equal slyness. “And what kind of fun would zhat be?”
“It does, it zeems.” Gabrielle giggled. The Delacours certainly had a flair for Charms.
“A few perhaps,” Gabrielle answered with a shrug. “Zhough most know zhat I do not tie myself down. Zhere is too much demand, much like a Quidditch star, I would think,” she added in a flirty yet egotistical tone. “Zo we ‘ave zhat in common, non?”
“Do you let yourself be tied down?” Gabrielle asked, letting the multiple meanings hang in the air.
“Zhat is too bad.” Gabrielle gave Heidi a pretty pout. “Perhaps we should dance after dinner?” She smirked as she kept stroking Heidi’s leg with her foot. A moment later, the House Elf arrived with two plates.
“Hmmm…zhat looks good!” She smiled at both the House Elf and Heidi. Grabbing her fork, Gabrielle wanted to sate her hunger immediately.