“Non, non, Pansy,” Gabrielle laughed. “I assure you zhat it is far nicer zhan zhat!” She rolled her eyes as if what Pansy had said had to be a joke. Paris not as beautiful as Rome? Preposterous!
When Fleur entered, Gabrielle stood immediately. Moving over to her sister, she used her body to hide the mark near Fleur’s neck. Pansy turned to speak to Millicent, but Theodore Nott and Daphne Greengrass kept their eyes fixed on the youngest Delacour.
Gabrielle, especially considering her current feelings for her sister, would have loved to stay in the Slytherin Dungeon. However, she wouldn’t do it at the expense of her sister’s reputation.
“Oui, letz go,” Gabrille said, giving her sister a hug then a kiss on each cheek without adressing her tardiness. To any observer it would have seemed warm and sisterly. However, Gabrielle knew that Fleur would feel the coolness coming from her.
Moving out into the hall, Gabrielle looked around to assure that no one was looking. Taking her wand, she used a beauty charm to cover up the mark on Fleur’s neck. Shaking her head, she grinned. “Se rappeler vos jours d'école ? Votre cou…” Remembering your school days? Your neck...