Ignorant of Lisa's musings, Gabrielle continued to stare at the painting. Twirling as if she was a ballerina, it had been one of her dreams. Sadly she lacked the proper form and legs for dancing. Startled as a voice spoke beside her, she took a step back and gazed up at the older woman. Why was everyone older then her?
"Eet ees beautiful, but eet ees zee ballerinas zat I like."
Not very artistic, but Gabrielle wasn't that deep of a person. The French woman had never met an American before...she did not recognize this person's accent. She had to be a Muggle...
"Eet ees not of your business," she responded petulantly.