"Well, eef you remembair, when we met I told you zat I love music. Sometimes I just walk around ze town, looking at ze people and zeir lives, and I write, you see?" Gabrielle opened her notebook and pointed at one of the pages. It was covered in poetic lines and brief bars of musical notation. She doubted Dennis would understand, but he did ask.
"I guess I got lost een my own zoughts and eet just got late. My Fleur may worry, oui, and ze silly part eez I sometimes do zis walking just to allow 'er and 'er family zeir space." Gabrielle was quite good at letting her own well-intentioned plans backfire.
"I am going to Fleur's 'ouse on Bilius Way," she explained, accepting his offer and taking Dennis's arm without worry. "Ehm... eef you do not mind me askeeng... why are you out so late... een zat alley, no less?" She hoped the question did not offend.
Her eyebrows raised a bit at the unexpected response about Colin. "I deed not zink you 'ad any disagreements to begin wiz," she said, tilting her head to the side.
"Oh, as for me, I 'ave been singing vairy much! I am so 'appy for zis! Sometimes I work alone, sometimes wiz Kevin Entwhistle. We even went to Russia for Antonin Dolohov and 'is wife Morag! Eet 'as been lovely, you would be most proud, I zink!" She was beaming, babbling about what she loved most and squeezing his arm with enthusiasm. "Eet gets bettair and bettair, really. I 'ave even met another singair to work wiz. I 'ave been most lucky since leaving France!"