"You should see them on an average Saturday night," Gabe quipped idly, lifting a hand... and then not actually ushering Victoria along, tucking his hand in her elbow, pulling her in against his shoulder or in any way manhandling her as they reached the benches of Slytherin students, who looked up expectantly (and challengingly and curiously and all the other bundles of complexities Gabe was used to now). "Heroes and hellions," he declared, "meet Professor Asher. Don't eat her. I'll be right back."
And with one last wide and blithe grin in Victoria's direction, Gabe turned and strode off towards the other side of the hall, where some of the students were starting to look like they were thinking about backing Auror Way up. (It wasn't the Gryffindors he was even worried about, it was the Hufflepuffs.)