"Oui," Gabrielle laughed. "So, so tactless.." She looked over at boys and kept laughing. They laughed along seemingly having no idea that she was laughing at them. "See? Clueless?" she said to Sara. It was so nice that Sara spoke French. She wondered how much it would take to get her to speak in her native English. Everyone always seemed to speak their native tongue when they climaxed...
"Merci. I am not troubled by it." Gabrielle waved her hand dismissively.
"A dove? Non, non. Not at all." Gabrielle tapped her lips with her finger as she considered. "Maybe more of a..." She smirked. "...a raptor of some type?" She didn't want to say raven in case it alienated the Slytherins. "Beautiful and deadly, non?" she asked, laughing at her own cheesy joke, embracing the campy statement.
"Zhat seems likely. I am a fifth year," Gabrielle informed her. There was no use hiding it. They would all know eventually. She leaned in and looked at Sara through her eyelashes. "Oh? Gives you a chance to get into trouble zhat way?"
"Zhat is too kind. Merci." Gabrielle stood up. "Goodnight, boys," she said with a careless wave as she made her way to the stairs.