"Merci," she smiled thankfully, grateful to no longer be alone.
"I weesh zat you and your Colin could get along. Eet would be fun eef ze Delacour sistairs could spend time wiz ze Creevey bruzzers, oui?" Waving her free arm enthusiastically, she thought this was a splendid idea, but felt sorry that the boys would be so outshined wherever they went due to the females' overwhelming Veela beauty. They walked a bit through the darkening night, Gabrielle enjoying his company until Dennis surprised her.
The blonde did not miss how her companion's eyes darted about for just a moment, and she stopped them from walking. "A secret?" she asked, eyes narrowing. It had to be important if it drove him to stop staring at her. "I zink I can," she replied. "I talk a lot, but ehm... eet eez usually about myself, so you are probably safe." Her cheeks turned a bit pink; she had just admitted her own selfishness aloud, but could not dwell on it. She wanted to hear that secret.