I transfered from the Wizarding Academy of the Dramatic Arts. Apparently one needs a real education to succeed in life. Well, pardon my French, but we'll fucking see about that.
The event’s that occurred only a few hours still played out in Gabriel’s head, everything that happened was his fault yet his family keep coming into his room every few minutes during the night to faun over him like he was some sort of hero. Truth be told if it wasn’t for his big mouth there wouldn’t have been a spell to step in front of, and his grandmother wouldn’t be locked in her room crying her heart of over the loss of her lost gifts.
He couldn’t stand being alone any longer but the thought of entering any of his family members rooms at this moment of time made his stomach jump up into his throat. There was only one person he wanted to be around right now, but he wasn’t sure if it was such a great idea to bring him into such a tense environment.
Sighing sadly he reached over to his bedside table and rang the elf service bell, with a loud pop the same frail elf that had brought him here stood smiling with a large cup of coffee in her hands. “Yes sure, how can I be of assistance?” her voice was sickly sweet as usual but there was something else behind it that Gabriel couldn’t quite read.
Taking a moment to think things over, Gabriel decided his thoughts demands were indeed selfish, but he still wanted the boy here. Smiling shyly Gabriel sat up in his bed, “Yes, you could actually. I need you to return to my room in Hogwarts and bring Nathaniel Miller back with you. Don’t tell him where he’s going, just tell him that I’ve sent for him.”
With a faint smile the elf nodded “As you wish sir.” With a loud pop she was gone once again.