Gabrielle looked back to Lavender once more. This time, the blonde seemed to notice and looked a little nervous and a little shy. Lavender looked to Fleur once more before looking away and talking to Parvati.
“Ce n'est pas vous que j'étais dire requis être plus discret,” Gabrielle said with a nonchalant shrug. It is not you I was saying needed to be more discreet. She chewed her lower lip. “Elle semble tout frappée avec vous, je doit admettre,” Gabrielle offered, again feeling conflicted. She does seem quite smitten with you, I must admit.
Looking down at her plate, Gabrielle chuckled. Glancing towards Daphne Greengrass, who sat at the front of the Slytherin table, Gabrielle met her gaze casuing the other girl to freeze and stare wantonly. “Il semblerait ainsi.” It would seem so.
“Oui, c'est notre nature. Bien que vous vouliez que je vous domine, soeur correcte?” Gabrielle said, risking a glance at Fleur. Yes, that is our nature. Though you want me to dominate you, correct sister? Gabrielle didn’t say one way or the other how she felt about Fleur dominating her.
It was fun and exciting to talk so plainly in front of hundreds of people, all of which were clueless about what they were saying. Finishing her dinner, she pushed her plate away. After being welcomed by Professor Dumbledore, the dinner was over and Gabrielle stood willing to skip dessert.
As she walked with Fleur towards the exit, Gabrielle noticed Lavender trying to catch Fleur’s eye.