Gabrielle looked up at Fleur. "What happens..." she began hesitantly. "...if I'm here for six years, for example, then get sent back? Will I be twenty there, too, or will I be fourteen again, just like when I left, so it's like none of this ever happened? Do you know?" She hoped she wasn't pestering Fleur with her questions. Maybe she should find one of the twins and ask them, since they were the ones running the village.