Unlike Fleur, Gabrielle showed no sign of regret or guilt, even though her actions had been far more hurtful than her sister's had ever been. At times, she even reveled in the chaos that she sowed. She nodded at Fleur. "I am surprised that you have not done it again…"
"Oui," Gabrielle answered. "You seemed to have such a strong crush on zhe little Quidditch star. I thought zhat you would love to 'ear 'ow she was in zhe bed. And…'ow she tastes and 'ow good she iz…"
"She is zhe one zhat made my panties all dirty. You know 'ow dirty zhey can get. It seemed only fair zhat she should get them." Gabrielle didn't address her fetish for trouble and instead wanted to turn it back around on Fleur. "I think you even 'ave a few pairs, non?"
Gabrielle moaned softly as Fleur took her firmly by the hair. "You still never said why you are angry with me, souer," she observed in a breathy whisper, knowing nothing of the confrontation between Tracey and Fleur.