Her eyes narrowed slightly as Jander took a seat. Her bed, lacy and white, was made impeccably; Gabrielle had become more interested in cleaning, as it was a way to kill time she otherwise would have spent writing the music that she could not create without her notebook. It was a shame to see her tidiness disturbed, but she supposed she would be going to bed soon anyway. That, and a Delacour would not refuse an invitation to be listened to. Gabrielle's love of attention was a problem.
Sitting down, the girl made sure to leave quite a bit of space between them. She would hate for Fleur to walk in and suspect anything. Crossing her legs with a still-confused smile, she said, "You 'ave conveenced me. You see, I 'ave zis friend. Well, I deed, anyway. 'e left, and while I mees 'im, I find zat I most selfeeshly mees somezing 'e took wiz 'im a lot more." She involuntarily glanced over to the spot on her nightstand where her notebook normally sat.
She shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to appear sad in front of someone intellectual like Jander. "'is name eez Den-ees, and 'e 'as my notebook in which I keep-" She paused, suddenly realizing something vital. Dennis said he knew Jander.
"LA!! Jand-air!! You know 'im!! You know Den-ees! You can 'elp me get- I mean 'im, 'e needs 'elp!!"