Gabe wasn't entirely sure he knew precisely what loyalist meant - English was a completely irrational language and words didn't always mean what it seemed like they should - but it made sense. Gabe had worked for plenty of people and organisations he hadn't entirely supported, and known plenty of irritating gung-ho True Believers.
He shrugged, willing to leave it there if William was reluctant to dredge up the details - which it seemed like he very much was. "So now you're going to skulk up here until she leaves." He thought a moment, then added, "Or until everyone's forgotten the lengths you went to to avoid her? I'd suggest not, because there are a few dogged fourth-years who keep strict records of gossip. You could be up here with your pet ghost until they graduate." Another moment's thought, another addition: "Or fall foul of the Flame-haired Obliviatrix."