who Pete & Gabe what priorities where infirmary when around 10:53
So Pete had his magic back, thanks to Gabe, and he knew from the rumor mill that Gabe had been passed out for over a day, like he was sleeping off the world's worst hangover. Which was good and fine and he needed the rest, but there was alcohol to be had. If Pete knew Gabe (and he did, he was sure of that much), he knew Gabe would not want to miss copious amounts of free alcohol. And the opportunity to dump people into the lake once he was drunk enough to blame it on that was probably no small draw either.
Of course, he first had to regrow and obsessively style his hair. And then he had to break into Gabe's quarters (magically, of course, even though he probably could've done it manually) and pick out clothes for him. Which took about half an hour longer than he expected, but that was, in its own way, to be expected.
Then it was straight to the infirmary, neatly bypassing the nurse with flirting and promises that he was just leaving Gabe fresh jammies and slippers in case he woke up from his very important rest.
He found Gabe's bed and dumped the duffle in the widest slice of available mattress, then climbed onto Gabe and straddled his knees. "Gabe," he whispered loudly. "Gabriel. Gabanti." When that didn't work, he fetched out his wand and pointed it at Gabe's bed, mumbling the right incantation for it to start shaking. Just a little, at first, but if he didn't stop it would be earthquake quality in no time.