"Merci, merci," she said, smiling. While she HAD been looking forward to meeting the lovely Morag, she was suddenly a bit afraid of the concept, wondering if the woman was secretly lusting after her or something. She could have at least told Gabrielle personally...
Thankfully, this conversation was ending before she did anything totally ridiculous. Sometimes, Gabrielle wondered if she'd have any friends at all, had she not the persuasive traits of a Veela to help her out in moments of fear.
Sighing, she pulled the ponytail free from her hair, letting it tumble over her shoulders and into the wind as it desired. "You 'ave been too kind. I shall see you soon about the certification."