| Details for Lord of the Flies |
| Summary: | Cillian rescues some frogs from a fate worse than death; with a little help. |
| Date: | 1937-10-21 |
| Location: | Castle Corridor |
| Related: | None. |
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Staircases grind and groan as they move around. Early evening means that there's really not a whole lot of people walking up and down the stairs since its not time for dinner yet but classes have been over for at least half an hour. Gabriel is sitting at the bottom of one of the flights of stair, right above where it disconnects when it moves, reading a book on Transfiguration and apparently just enjoying the back and forth of the stairs as they move.
Gabrielle comes down from…somewhere and will sneak over and sit a stair or two above Gabriel. She seems in a good mood as she says, "This used to make me sick my first year."
Gabriel turns half around to look at Gabrielle and smiles brightly at her. "I like the way they move. Makes me feel like I'm on a really big, slow hammock. Did you hear? We have permission to build the wireless. Mupsy even got us an instructions book. But it's in Braille…"
Gabrielle laughs. It's an honest one, lacking a lot of the ….weight she's had lately."Well, we'll either need a translator, or someone needs to learn!"
Gabriel's smile turns into a grin as he starts catching on to Gabby's tone,"You sound happier than normal. What happened? Do you have good news? Did you get all the …bookworms taken care of?"
Gabrielle will smile, and look down to her lap, "not all of them, but I've won a major victory. "she'll look up, I'm hoping to catching one of the librarians tonight to maybe try something new." She'll shrug, "If not…I'll come up with something else."She'll smile through it all.
There's a certain…pirate captain who's making his way up the stairs, smoothing his hands down his shirt where…there's a mass of wiggling croaking something or another hidden there looking like he's pregnant or about to give birth to an alien or something. His satchel and burlap sack are bulging with books and goodies and he's struggling to keep whatever he has in his shirt hidden.
Gabriel continues to grin as Gabby talks. He enjoys seeing people he likes happy,"Well, let me help if you think I can…." He gets a little distracted as he catches sight of Cillian. AS he gets closer Gabriel tilts his head first to one side then to the other, going almost upside down both times and finally says,"Ummm… Hi Cillian… Are you aware someone might have hexed you? Maybe you should go to the nurse…"
Gabrielle says, "I will!" Gabby tells Gabriel with a nod, "I think I need to co coordinate with the Librarians first though, " she'll turn as Gabriel says Cillains name, "Hello Captain, what are you…."and she'll stand up at the sight of the moving bulge."What do you have?" She'll tilt her head, trying to remember if Cillian /has/ a frog."
Cillian freezes when people notice him, darnit. The young man with the eye patch can only widen his good eye all innocent like and offer a strained yet sweet smile. "O-Oh no, no hex…just…ah…m' alright. M' about to 'ave a baby of course. Mebbe…5 babies." He hops to the side as the wiggling, squirming bulge tugs to the left and then to the right and okay so his shirt is a little wet as he takes a deep breath. "Its quite alright, yer both welcome to ah, the ting where ye give the babies-GAH!" He has to quickly shove he bulge to the other side as it it wiggling too close to going down his pants.
Gabriel takes advantage of the stairwell reconnecting with the landing Cillian is on to walk closer to the boy. He's bent over and holding his head at an angle so one of his ears is aimed at Cillian. After a few moments of this he slowly straightens up and gives the Cap'n a sideways look before slowly enunciating,"Did your stomach just go 'ribbit'?"
Gabrielle will try not to laugh to loud at both boys and will walk over as well. "Cillian, how many do you have there?" She seems much happier than last time Cillian saw her.
"Ahh…aye, it tinks yer nose is a fly. I've been on a fly diet lately, be careful or I may eat yer face." Cillian is standing on the stairs, holding his shirt down and closed as something underneath it wiggles and ribbits and croaks and squirms…like some sort of odd tumor or moving pregnancy and he clears his throat as he looks between the two quickly. "Ahh…4 or 5, m' takin' them to the hide out!"
Gabriel hesitantly pokes at one of Cillian's bulges,"You know, Cillian? If you need frog eyes for a potion you can get them through Professor Slughorn. Its a lot easier than catching your own and a lot less messy than poking the eyes out yourself…"
hide out?This can't be good…."Wait, Cillian, you can't have that many pets…no one can take care of that many." She'll look to Gabriel, "Gabriel! No one is pocking anyone's eyes out!" She'll look to make sure there's no teachers around and look back to Cillian, "We need to get those back outside."
Cillian's eye widens as he just stares at Gabriel and he quickly shakes his head. "…Are ye mad! I just saved them from bein' blinded. They need their eyes! Do ye know what 'appens to the frogs when their eyes are removed?" He quickly shakes head again, looking a tad haunted. "No-nobody should lose their eyes." This is obviously a sensitive topic. "I dun want them as pets just…gotta put them somewhere safe so ah…" He looks around warily. "I dun want 'em to lose their eyes…" And okay, so a single tear rolls down his cheek.
Mabel is pacing her steps as she descends on a stair that's rotating into place near the group, enough to hear a bit of the conversation, and gives Gabby a smile. "Ah, well, the poor things likely will have need of those."
Gabriel holds his hands up in a conciliatory manner, not having even thought about how Cillian might react to the idea of messing with another living creatures eyes,"OK… I can get on board with saving their eyes. What's the plan?"
Gabrielle will look up to Mabel, "We're on a covert mission, you in?" She'll give the girl a slightly pleading look over the boys heads."I think a safe release in to the Lake would be the safest route. Other options? The castle is not an option…to many undecided factors." She'll glance down to Cillian and give him a hopefully supportive smile.
Mabel smiles a bit to Gabrielle, just sort of peering at perhaps exactly how many frogs there may be. "Oh, I should think I must be already," she says, "Those weren't, ah, escaped from Professor Slughorn, were they?"
Cillian blinks several times and takes a deep breath and then another deep breath as the frogs continue to do a salsa dance along his stomach and ribs and he just holds that shirt shut for all its worth. He weeble wobbles about as his bulging bags kinda pull him off balance and he nods. "Alright, lake, that sounds good, I um, aye…good plan, I have food so we can 'ave a picnic."
Gareth half-stumbles on his way down the stairs, schoolbag overloaded as usual and a book held in front of his face. For once, it isn't the mysterious book with the blank covers. Instead, it's Defense Against the Dark Arts: Defensive Theory, and it has all his attention…until he nearly collides with other students on the stairs. Blinking up from the book, he mumbles, "Oh, sorry. All right?"
Gabriel looks from Cillian to Gareth and back to Cillian arching an eyebrow as if to ask if its OK to let Gareth in on the secret mission. Because its not easy enough to tell that there's a squirming, wriggling mass of something under Cillian's shirt. Something that from time to time either croaks or ribbits.
Gabrielle will grab Cillain by the shoulder and start walking him down the stairs if he'll allow. She'll throw a smile over her shoulder at the other students.
Cillian sighs as Gareth makes an appearance, pointing at him before quickly grabbing the hem of his shirt to keep it from popping open and he tosses over his shoulder. "You! Seaman…yer recruited now to the crew…makes sure the leggy nose booker keeps his eyes closed and ye bring him along now, we can't afford to 'ave witnesses." He turns back to Gabrielle as he's led downstairs and he eyes Mabel for a moment before looking back to Gabrielle. "The other sea wench can come, we'll ply 'er with chocolate later."
Mabel hrms, a little, seeming to catch Gabriel's general thoughts, and, looking Cillian over, and seems to arrive at a decision, "Well, then, there's little sense hanging about here, before anyone, ah, sees you've brought them in. Best be about it, then." Gabby gets a quick little wink, and she greets Gareth, "Ah, Carrow. Good evening. It's always impressive how many Ravenclaws can read as they go without plummeting off one of these stairways."
Gareth's brows draw together as he focuses on Cillian and his squirmy shirt. "What the devil are you hiding? Peele, isn't it?" He looks to the others for any possible explanation. "Gabriel, what's going on here? Is he smuggling contraband creatures of some sort?" His place is marked in the book which is shoved into his schoolbag, and he nods to Mabel. "Years of practice, there are a lot of staircases at home. One only needs to plummet two or three times before one develops something of a second sense for such dangers."
Gabriel walks up to Gareth and mumbles something in his ear before getting behing him and giving him a little, playful push,"Ya 'eard the Cap'n now. Close yer eyes an' come wi' us an' no one need ta get 'urt!"
Gabrielle cringes slightly as this was not her intent to drag them /all/ along, but will roll with it. "Everyone please stop yelling." And try to go as quickly as she can down the stairs without losing Cillian or his…babies.
Gareth squints at Gabriel through his thick glasses, then simply shrugs. "Very well," he says, keeping his voice low. He pretends to close his eyes, but leaves them open just enough to see where he's going. No sense tripping and breaking his neck if he's not at least reading a book at the time! He lets Gabriel lead him around as a prisoner, dying to find out what's going on.
The marble beginning of the staircases leading upwards into the castle face the heavy oak doors that lead outside across a flagged stone expanse that could fit an average house. Looking up, one can see the staircases shifting from one landing to the next, on up into the shadows making it difficult to tell just how high the Entrance Hall really is. The torches in the walls do little to pierce the dimness overhead, but cast light on the suits of armor flanking the front doors and the many doors spaced at odd intervals leading to the Great Hall, Slytherin Dungeons, Staff quarters, and even a broom closet.
Perhaps the thing of greatest interest in this entry though, at least to the students, are the four large hourglasses housed in niches on one of the walls opposite the doors. One filled with sapphires, one with emeralds, one with rubies, and the last with topaz, these hourglasses keep track of the all important House points. The gems in the bottom half represent the points earned so far by houses Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin.
Mabel is walking along, a bit behind the little gaggle of students making their way out, smiles to Maeve, "Well, good afternoon, Maeve. Quite well, thanks, I think. And you?"
Gabriel is walking right in front of Mabel with Garth in front of him. One arm is on Gareth shoulder, to make sure he doesn't trip over anything while the other is holding a Transfiguration book that s doubling as a 'pirate sword' at Gareth back. "Keep movin', keep movin'. No holdin' the Cap'n's mission up ye' scurvy… scurvy… rat!" Ok, so he's not as good a pirate as Cillian. But hey, that's why he's a lowly sailor.
Gareth risks a peek in Maeve's direction, lips curled in a small grin. "I am apparently a scurvy, scurvy rat, and also prisoner of war, very likely to be forced to, as they say, walk the plank, once any useful information has been extracted from me via some Medieval-style torture. Or perhaps my captors will realize my true value and ransom me for a sack of magical Every Flavor Beans."
Gabrielle will throw a smile at Maeve, and then ask Gareth, "You're worth only one bag?…hardly seems worth the effort with so many crew to split it up among." She'll smile nervously and keep glancing around o make sure there's no one else around that can just jump into this …situation.And she keeps moving Cillian, she doesn't let go of his shoulder.
Cillian looks to Maeve and sighs softly. "…Miss Mabel, please be capturin' the little Maeve too, she's another witness…we 'ave to move faster…" He tilts his head to the side. "Hurry hurry, welcome to the crew…I tink me water just broke! Whatever the flyin' monkey that means." He mutters and is moving quickly towards the exit, looking over his shoulder towards Gareth and just eyes the older student before continuing to be led out.
Maeve squeaks. "Prisoner? Why would ye want me as a prisoner, Peele?" She seems completely surprised. "And witness t' what?" She shakes her head, and seems just about to slowly back off towards the Grand Stairs again
Mabel ahs, "Oh, some manner of secret mission, you see, Maeve, that's why he can't tell you, of course."
Gabrielle will push Cillian forward, "Gotta keep moving!"
A path leads from the Gates through to the huge bridge that travels across the lake towards the Hogwarts entry hall from here. The otherwise green hill isn't very steep, however, almost like it was designed for long walks and for the carriages. Another, steeper and well-trodden, path leads down to the lake shore and the groundskeeper's cabin, in a roundabout way to the west, while the lake itself is visible over cliffs hundreds of feet tall to the South.
Across the bridge and just outside the entry hall is the courtyard itself, a large rectangular area with roofed walkways along the outside, with benches to sit and arched open-air windows to give a view over the lake. Inside these walkways is a central open square just outside the doors to the castle, with a couple of larger benches to give students a place to sit.
Gareth gives Maeve a grin, eyes flashing with amusement, even if he's keeping them mostly closed. "Be a good sport and play along, O'Brian," he says softly. "Could be a laugh, after all."
As the group reaches the main doors to the castle. A loud clanking noise can be heard behind them follow by the slam of a door. And immediately after that Pringle's voice,"Oy! You lot! Shouldn't you be getting ready for dinner? What are you all about, walking out of the castle at this hour? Come back here and explain yourselves!" The caretaker drops the bucket that was the cause of the initial clanking and starts walking towards the motley crew at the door.
Gabrielle gives Cillian's shoulder a squeeze before turning and walking towards Pringle, hopefully blocking Cillian , "Sorry sir we were trying to settle an argument . With this many Griffindor and Ravenclaws involved, we figured it would be best to settle before dinner."
Gabriel spins around forgetting his prisoner as his eyes bug when he hears Pringle's voice. "shit…" he whispers then Gabrielle steps forward to speak with the caretaker. So Sailor Gabriel stops and watches, hoping against hope Gabrielle can get them out of this one.
Cillian is concentrating on not dropping a frog…he's in labor, he's seriously in labor here as he takes a deep breath and then another deep breath and nods and smiles to support Gabriel's story.
Gareth turns around as well, and he's just about to speak, when fortunately, Gabrielle takes charge. Fortunate because Gareth is a terrible, terrible liar, and he knows it. So he lets her handle the situation, hoping Pringle has sense enough to buy her story.
Maeve shakes her head, and is seemingly about to say something when Pringle's voice rings out. She blushes bright red, and makes herself look as small as she possibly can…
Mabel just puts a hand on Maeve's shoulder when the voice rings out. Aha. Perhaps she held back precisely because large groups tend to attract attention. Just mildly-interested observers, here, she and Maeve. "Hrm, I wonder what that could be about, then."
Pringle stops when Gabrielle addresses him and thinks for a moment,"Well, you aren't supposed to be out here at this hour. Tell you what, go over to the gardens." And he motions to the gardens, which are much nearer to the castle than the lake. "An' you have five minutes to solve your problems and gettin' back into the castle. I'll be back to check in five minutes when I finish the spill-up clean up your little group interrupted. Five minutes, ya hear?"
Gabrielle will gave Pringle a smile and a nod, "thank you sir!" and will motion for everyone to go to the Gardens. She'll still try to walk with herself between Pringle and Cillian.
At this point Mabel and Maeve, having narrowly escaped the wrath of Pringle decide to cut their losses and go to dinner while the rest of the intrepid band of adventurers makes their way to the gardens, as instructed.
Sculpted box woods and grafted flowering trees border fountains and statuary, benches of a wide variety of shapes and sizes affording a person the opportunity to stop and appreciate the beauty here or a quiet moment from the courtyard. A riot of salvia and geraniums are visible from one angle, maroon begonias alongide tall and bright scarlet bee balm blaze from the southern corner. Black eyes susans, contrast with rising sunflowers, tightly-clustered heads of sunny marigold and goldenrod bob lazily in the breezes that blow from the west. Across from the sunflowers, a profusion of green in the form of hostas and ferns coupled with Canterbury bells and even a few pitcher plants twist in a wilder jungle of more loosely-controlled foliage. Deep blue foxgloves, creeping lobelia and Siberian iris serenely fill the northern corner. Seventh Year Herbology students tend the garden of their own House's colors, those who truly care for their duties obviously taking visible pride in the health of their flowers.
Warren's lips purse, another few raps of fingers made against the book. "Hmm. I haven't noticed it, but that sounds like something I should look into." Another nod. "Thank you for telling me, I'll make sure she's okay. It's nice of you to take concern for students that aren't in your own house." There's another amiable smile and he adds, "It's good of you, even thought you're suspended. What happened with that, anyway?" He and Ria are seated on a bench, chattering about prefectly things.
It is very hard to hurry when you have 5 frogs shoved down your shirt as you try to keep them in there by holding your shirt down at the hem where it's tucked down into your pants…so Cillian moves forward, his satchel and his bulging burlap sack of goodies hanging from his shoulders and his…'pregnancy' is more akin to a dancing tumor or a tiny alien trying to bust out of his chest or his stomach but he's hurrying along. His shirt is soaked with water down the front and he is crying a bit. "GAH, The 'orny one's pokin' me chest pimples!" But he's rushing. "Maiden Gabrielle, where, where, where…" He grits his teeth. "Seaman Gabriel! Make sure the prisoner's eyes are shut and reach in me satchel, there's a bit of rope, tie his wrists up…" Then he freezes in place with his amazing dancing baby bump and his…entourage to just stare at the individuals who are there. "…err…" He does what comes naturally, he falls to the ground and flops like a fish. Not quite natural but apparently a frog has worked its way down his pants. "THAT is NOT a FLY!"
Gareth frowns suddenly, brows drawn together, and he shoots a look toward Gabriel. "See here, I draw the line at actual bondage. It's all fun and games until someone gets a lung poked out." But then Cillian is on the ground, writhing and crying out, and Gareth just gapes in confusion. Finally, he manages to blurt out, "What the devil are you smuggling in your shirt, Peele? Let it out at once!"
Gabrielle will look around for a safe place to put the frogs,trying to not laugh at the entire situation. the smile drops some when she sees the others in the garden, but she'll quickly go over to Cillian, "Quick! Let them out!" She'll hold her hand out to take one.
Gabriel rushes over to Cillian pointing at one of the garden's fountains. "There be their escape route Cap'n. Toss im in thar fountain an' they'll be as safe from the landlubbers as we can make 'em for now." At this point he's ignoring Gareth because, well, he really doesn't want to tie him up. And then he notices exactly what caused Cillian's flop and freezes,"oh… come on…"
Ria nods understandingly and replies, "I appreciate that you do. I believe this is an issue that transcends houses and what not." His latter question makes one corner of her mouth crinkle into a frown. "It's a long story but basically-" Ria freezes mid-explanation upon hearing a familiar Gryffindor voice, and her brow quirks strangely at the rather loud arrival and his entourage before turning back to Warren with a 'What in the world?' look. She rises from her seat to get a better look at the crew and moving quickly, she quickens her pace to intercept them. "Cillian Peele, what on earth is going on? What's in your shirt?" she eyes the moving baby bump, and scopes the rest of them curiously. With her hands on her hips, she asks with snaky interest, "Where are you all off to in such a rush at this time in the evening?"
Warren seems prepared to continue the conversation with Ria, but the sudden apperance of a writhing Cillian and the rest of his entourage. The boy pauses, staring blankly for a moment, returning Ria's look for just a second before he focuses on the younger boy and his entourage. "You seem to be doing something." He states this rather dryly, eyes slanting between the kids. "It looks…interesting. Would you like to tell me what it is?"
Gabrielle nods to Gabriel, "Yes, that will work." She'll glance up at Ria, face blank, "You probably don't want to know…Pringle will be here in 5….4 minutes." She'll reach down and try to help Cillian, "Stop squirming…"
Cillian gasps and nods to Gabriel and Gabrielle. "Save yourselves…" Then he smiles weakly to Ria. "Ju-just….m' 'aving babies." That's all he's going to say before he untucks his shirt desperately to release the…five young frogs he had stuffed up there.
Gareth continues scowling, this adventure turning out to be less fun than he expected, as he looks up toward Warren. "I have absolutely no clue what's happening. I was abducted on my way to the Great Hall, lured away with promises of plank-walking and Medieval interrogation, and instead, there's simply Peele with a shirt filled with frogs." He pauses, looking down at Cillian. "Why is your shirt filled with frogs, by the way? Did you capture the poor creatures at the lake, and have been toting them around the castle ever since?"
Ria looks unamused at Cillian's excuse and replies dryly, "Cillian, you are not pregna-eeep!" She takes a panicky step back instantly to avoid the hopping creatures, and she's absolutely repulsed as they hop away. Okay, now she's definitely not amused. "Someone needs to tell us what's going on this instant. Especially if it's going to get Pringle angry."
Gabriel looks up at Ria and Warren as he starts herding the frogs that hop out of Cillian's shirt towards the hedges and fountain,"NO time. Pringle really is going to be here in about 3 and a half minutes and if we're not back inside we're in sooooo much trouble."
"Yes." Warren echoes Ria. "Where did you steal those frogs from?" He doesn't move himself, merely tucks his book against his chest and tilts forward. A finger taps against his chin, and he adds to Gabriel, "You should explain fast?" A bright smile follows this helpful advice.
Cillian rolls over onto his pack as the frogs hop free and he pants softly, closing his eye and shuddering before looking to Gareth. "I-I was watching some older students prepare to remove their eyes and I just couldn't…" His voice shakes a bit as he self consciously moves a hand to his eye patch as he rolls over onto his stomach. "Nobody should lose their eyes. So I rescued them." And he'll lay there for now, face against the ground. "I didn't want…want to lea-I had the nightmare agai-I couldn't leave them."
Gabrielle just stops. she tried.She really did. did her best. Why do people always have to talk? "Can we please talk about this…not here?" She'll crouch down, "Cillian…it's ok, let's get up and we'll go get dinner, ok?" She'll rub his back some, and look to Warren and Ria both with a pleading look.
Is that what this is all about? Ria opens her mouth to say something and decides to shut it, catching herself before she says anything too insensitive like she usually does. How the heck is she supposed to say this to a one-eyed boy? "Were they going to remove them in a classroom? Because it was likely those students needed them for potions. They're very essential ingredients," she explains as unirritated as she can. Though she quirks a brow and asks, "Nightmares?" Her eyes meet Gabrielle's pleading ones.
Gareth looks as if he's about to say something particularly scathing, but stops when he looks into Cillian's eye. His one eye. Then Gareth glances to the hopping frogs, each with two bulging eyes, thanks to Cillian's intervention. With a small sigh, he says, "I suppose no one can fault you for liberating these poor creatures. But we really should get back into the castle, before Pringle arrives. The frogs will be quite safe out here, I'm certain." He glances to Ria, frowning a bit. "They shouldn't be removing any parts of live animals, I would think, regardless of the potion. That's simply barbaric."
Gabriel looks down at Cillian and the way he's reacting to all this then takes a step to stand between him and Warren and Ria,"You know what? If you two want to stand around here asking questions until Pringle shows up be my guests. But you can talk with me. No matter what Cillian is saying it was all my idea and he was just helping me out and Gabrielle and Gareth just ran into us on the stairwell and didn't know what they were getting into when they decided to walk with us." Glaring at them and pushing his jaw out stubbornly he adds,"If you want to get anyone in trouble for it have at it, I'm your target."
Dinner…means food. Food is good. Food is very good and Cillian sniffles and takes a deep breath, brushing dirt off his face as he sits up. "Best get back inside, Pringle's makin' rounds…" He nods and swallows before looking to Ria. "I tink they were tryin' to cheat on their potions test by gettin' the eyes themselves all fresh like…sometimes I have silly scary dreams, noting big." And he's getting to his feet, taking a deep breath as he just stares at Gabriel, eye widening. "…" There are no words really, that he can think of. "O-Okay…" He smears some more dirt on his face. "Gabriel, yer recruited…Prisoner, we'll do yer interrogation after dinner…Princess Ria…Princess Ria's friend, we really have to get back inside." He looks to Gabrielle. "C'mon now, lets all go in at once, never leave a man behind." A pause. "Or a prisoner." And he's prepared to make a break back for the castle.
Gabrielle will glance at Warren an Ria again and then turn to the rest, "I'll follow you in in a minute. Pringle won't be mad at me. " She'll try to give them all a reassuring smile.
Warren's lips skew into a pensive slant, the boy glancing at Cillian, at the frogs, and then the fountain. The boy rolls his shoulders once, replying, "Well, I wasn't going to turn you in until you all started mouthing off-" He pushes himself to his feet with a wry smile after. "But I'll forgive you this time. I, myself, didn't see anything. Just don't do it again." A pause. "And toughen up. They're just animals." And off he goes.
Oh, what's this? A martyr? Ria looks over to Warren with a shrug and an expression that communicates 'he's in your house.' She'll leave it up to him to deal with Gabriel if there's really anything to be dealt. "I have no power to get anyone in trouble at the moment," she assures the group. "Only, if those students were working on a project Cillian, it's rude to disrupt them. If you don't like it, simply walk away." And as the students begin gathering to make their way back in she says, "Those dreams don't seem silly if they're making you behave in such a way. Perhaps you should bring it up with Madame Spleen in the hospital wing."
Gareth's eyes fall down to Gabriel, filled with awe at the moment. "That was bravely said," he tells his Housemate in a soft voice, patting him warmly on the shoulder. "Let's all go inside, nothing more to see out here." He nods to Warren, giving him a small grin, then turns back toward the castle, hoping the others will be doing the same.
Gabriel shrugs a bit and starts turning red as he notices people's reactions. Mumbling he kind of answers Gareth,"He was doing something good…" Before turning to start heading toward the Great Hall, calling out after Warren,"By the way, thanks for getting permission to build the wireless."
Gabrielle 's shoulder start to relax, the situation seems to be resolving, and no one's in serious trouble.She'll glance to Warren and then, after a moment Ria, and nod in thanks. She'll also start to leave.
Ria peers at Gabrielle with a knowing look and following after everyone, she takes her leave as well.