"Uf~ You 'ave NO idea," Gabrielle exhaled. It was almost comedic at this point how lost she was without some old, bound-together paper. Almost.
She wondered if outright explaining herself was an appropriate response. Really, she hated having to tell everyone she was part-Veela. It felt like an illness when she was forced to do that. "Pair'aps," she shrugged. "Zough if ze leetle one eez a present, I am sure you 'ave your fair share of pretty and vairy lucky women, no?" She wished someone would give her a kitten. She certainly had gotten enough winsome male stares to last her several lifetimes.
He looked a little overwhelmed when she stepped closer. Gabrielle felt guilty. She just wanted to see the cat, and.... goodness, why had she not learned to censor herself yet? She was irresistible by blood, and of course he was going to think the wrong thing, and of course she should have been considering more before acting, and of course he was probably headed somewhere very important where somebody would be angry with him for being late and... well... he was not all too bad to look at, now was he?
A very foolish Gabrielle Delacour did not move. "Do... you... like music?"