The tension between them was building, but Gabrielle wasn’t going to let Fleur off easily. Unsure of how to proceed, she allowed it to keep building. Her affect clearly showed that she wasn’t going to give up.
“Pansy? Really?” Gabrielle thought about her for a long moment. “I thought zhat she did not like girls, non?” She smiled. Maybe she did but didn’t know it yet. That would be intriguing… “What do you think zhat she would love about me?”
She considered the others. “Tracey Davis?” Gabrielle wasn’t sure she’d ever met her. The name sounded familiar. Gabrielle didn’t remember hearing anything particularly good, however. That did not bode well for Tracey’s chances with her.
“Zhere is no one who is not a Slytherin?” Gabrielle mused before draining her wine glass. Straightening up in her chair, Gabrielle’s dress rode up higher to reveal her more of her thighs. “No one in Gryffindor, maybe? Zhee boy who likes me so, the sweet one, Bill’s brother…maybe I should see ‘im?”
“What about zee girls in ‘is ‘ouse?” Gabrielle smirked, letting out the first hint that she might know something…