Gabrielle’s slender brow arched at Fleur’s reaction to her wand. “Sometzhing wrong?” she asked evenly. Guilty conscience? she added in her mind.
As they were walking, Gabrielle did so in silence. Like Fleur, her Veela heritage allowed her enhanced senses. She could catch a hint of her sister’s pheromones in the air as she passed. For just a brief moment, she glared daggers at the other blonde but didn’t even spare her another glance.
“Not as exciting as yours, apparently,” Gabrielle quipped at the state of Fleur’s blouse. Hardly a prude, she would never be mad for Fleur having liaisons or the like. In fact, she would encourage her. However, there was another matter as to whom she had those liaisons with.
“Daphne and Theo zeemed to battle for my attention,” she observed with a smirk. “’zey seem to be…” She made a circular motion with her hand, trying to come up with the English words. “…dans un rapport romantique,” she continued in French when she failed. …in a romantic relationship.
Moving over to one of the plush chairs, Gabrielle sat down in it and crossed her legs demurely. “I did not see a mention of a new lover in your letters, ma soeur,” Gabrielle commented sweetly, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.