"You're learning," William told him, curving one hand along the outside of Gabe's knee. Technically he probably ought to be heading back to the library soon, as the end of teatime was nigh, but if he was going to spend another day listening to whispers and stifled giggles over one misinterpreted kiss, he'd prefer to get a proper kiss in the bargain.
Sliding his other arm along the music rack and leaning in closer, he tilted his head in questioningly toward Gabe's. "We have an empty room and a grand piano," he murmured, laughter hidden under the words. "How important is your date with the Quidditch team?"