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That question was usually the opening to rejection. What was one more year...to wait for the appropriate information? It'd have made more sense...but Gabriel had a purpose for the charm now.

"Yes, sir...but I've been wanting to...apply this charm in assisting with...Prefect matters."...which was true. Even if there was a second (more personal) motive.

It might've just been his imagination, but the professor didn't look convinced...and he'd been prepared to do some independent searching for it. However, Professor Quigley surprised him with an invite into his office. SUCCESS!

"Thank you."

Following the man into the room, Gabe first glanced at his surroundings. Human nature. It looked......cozy. Of course, it was hard to NOT look at the cushion and....what appeared to be a scratching post. Gabe...quickly adverted his eyes. He was awkward enough without being caught staring at...odd things.

To distract himself, mostly, he just got on with it. "Sir, I'm interested in the...Protean charm."