It was always the same. One just sits down for supper, and there is a fervent prayer calling one away. Gabriel sighed softly and set down his fork, and a moment later he was dusting off his jacket as he stepped into the college campus. He took a moment to orient himself, glancing around, and his eyes lit on Henry and Beelzebub.
Ordinarily, he would fold his wings away neatly once he had ported through to his destination, but this time he left them visible, although still folded down behind his back. "Beelzebub," he said, with a touch of irritation. "What do you think you are doing?"