Gabrielle strode into the room. She could feel all the eyes in the room upon her. The conversations became hushed but didn't cut off completely. That was fine with Gabrielle; it didn't serve her to get all the attention. Too many eyes...
She moved in and sat down on one of the comfy, leather-bound chair. Demurely, she crossed her legs at the ankle. Gabrielle's skirt was nice and low but did show just a hint of skin.
Unapproachable, Gabrielle sat alone even as her Veela refused to calm down. Why? Fleur was gone. She was still quite excited but it had diminished. So, why was there all this...tension.
Why was that? What was going on?
Gabrielle planned to try and suss it out. Until then, she would people watch. Slowly, the conversation began to go back to its normal level. Taking out a really trashy French romance novel, Gabrielle began to read. Idly, she played with a lock of her hair as she read.