Seeing that Lee was not angry, Gabrielle smiled sheepishly. She was glad that he had his head on straight, now, though it could very well mean a lost opportunity. She had to behave...
"Oui, zere is an elf named Nikita zat is carrying messages-" she paused, realizing that this favor, too, was one of Antonin Dolohov. Could such abysmal people really have such dramatic turnarounds? Why did he feel he needed to help everyone- especially everyone on the side he used to oppose?
She turned her attention back on Lee. Hopefully he at least knew what a Veela was, otherwise she would have ample explaining to do. "Worry I will not," she clucked, nodding her head briskly. "I look forward to 'earing from you soon." She meant it, and decided to add in something more frank- "I really do like you."
Her Veela heritage (and the amusement she used to get toying with French boys) had ruined many friendships in the past. This seemed like one worth keeping, and she hoped that, once out of her immediate sight, he would still be glad they met. To be sure, with blue eyes shining, she asked,