Despite the fact that it sort of felt like traveling with strangers, Gabrielle was delighted to be in London. Antonin was generous, and was quickly winning trust. London meant that she would soon be recording her own music, and she had the name "Soho Studios" and "Sam" in her notebook for later. Lee had given her this information and was the one really supporting her career, and yet, she was now being clung to by Morag. Life was strange...
The certification process had been easy, as Gabbi was nothing but pure in terms of magic. She had, however, torn the papers up more than once, and even blasted them to smithereens for good measure- the result was absolutely reassuring. She was no dark creature. Ha!
Now she was with a redheaded mother-to-be that hated shopping, and Gabrielle wondered how they would get along. In fact, the question itself was puzzling. "Ehm... I zought you 'ated eet?"