Gabrielle smiled in satisfaction. "I was right in thinking that you were close to the age I remembered you," she told Fleur. "I'm glad of that. What if you had been way older than me or if I had been older than you?" It seemed as though it would be difficult enough to adjust as it was, so Gabrielle was grateful for that small bit of normalcy.
"I'm fourteen," she grinned, happy that her sister had thought she might have been older. Glancing down at the journal in her hands, through which she was still conversing with people while she talked to Fleur, Gabrielle nodded. "I understand, sort of. I didn't know I'd be an aunt when I got here. I'm talking to Dominique now. She says I'm a good aunt, so I'm happy about that."
Gabrielle scrunched up her nose and tilted her head to the side as she thought about that. "So, I'm there and my life is going on like normal. I suppose that's better than going missing there. Maman and papa would be sick with worry and I wouldn't want that." Blushing a bit, Gabrielle told Fleur all about Henri. "He's tall with dark hair. He has the most wonderful smile, although he's a bit shy, so he doesn't do it often."