“Indeed it could,” Gabrielle granted, but a bit risqué for ministry standards I am afraid.
“Perhaps I should start watching more Quidditch… though I am fond of the imagination.” Just as she was fond of the hand sliding down her back. To prove it, she shifted slightly, arching her back subtly without ever breaking conversation.
“As long as no one but you gets to use it.” Friends. What a wonderful warn feeling. She looked over at Neville and smiled. Really, she had him to thank for this. There was an element of fear… would this all disappear when things went badly – they always went badly with the men in her life.
“I am afraid I am terribly disappointing in the nickname department… Gabby and Ella were all people came up with… well save my ex who liked to call me ma petite chien…” that was actually one of the nicer things he called her but it was a bit embarrassing so…