- Messages
- 193
- Wand
- Curly 16 Inch Unyielding Hornbeam Wand with Erumpent Hide Core
- Age
- 10/2025
Gabriel didn't know whether to be pleased he'd found a Yule Ball partner or not. On the one hand, showing up to the dance with Alana Finch at his side was highly preferable to showing up alone, but on the other, she just wasn't Saveli. The dark haired Slytherin sighed, smoothing down his curls and suit one last time before making his way down to the common room to wait. Saveli had already gone. He stood in the spot between the armchairs and the fireplace that they'd shared their last dance only a few weeks earlier, trying not to picture the face of the boy she was probably already dancing with down in the great hall. The whole thing was utterly absurd. Who found a partner to the Yule Ball two months in advance? If only he'd been a week or two earlier...
Gabriel shook his head, as if to rid it of the thoughts he'd rather have forgotten that evening. Of course, every glance in Saveli's direction would be a bitter reminder of it, but all he could do was look away and enjoy himself with Alana. Perhaps Saveli would even glance their way.
When Alana eventually emerged, the sight of her pulled Gabriel's lips into a smile. "Beautiful," he said, his tone and expression friendly rather than affectionate. They had mutually agreed to attend the dance as friends, and Gabriel desired nothing more than her company. Together they left the common room and descended the moving staircase down to the great hall. Soft music and an excitable chatter drifted through the partially open double doors. Gabriel led Alana inside, and with a smile leant towards her and said politely: "Would you like a drink, or are we going to dance?"
Gabriel shook his head, as if to rid it of the thoughts he'd rather have forgotten that evening. Of course, every glance in Saveli's direction would be a bitter reminder of it, but all he could do was look away and enjoy himself with Alana. Perhaps Saveli would even glance their way.
When Alana eventually emerged, the sight of her pulled Gabriel's lips into a smile. "Beautiful," he said, his tone and expression friendly rather than affectionate. They had mutually agreed to attend the dance as friends, and Gabriel desired nothing more than her company. Together they left the common room and descended the moving staircase down to the great hall. Soft music and an excitable chatter drifted through the partially open double doors. Gabriel led Alana inside, and with a smile leant towards her and said politely: "Would you like a drink, or are we going to dance?"