Gabrielle and Euan
Euan's face lit up when she expressed the hope to see him again. He was relatively confident of his own charm, but like any teenager, there was a dash of insecurity that reared its head in situations like this. "There's a wedding on the thirteenth, that's not too far away," he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Perhaps we can dance again, eh? And no one can stop me walking by at Diagon, I could hide something somewhere for you, just express a wish for something in your journal and I'll try to get it to you."