The night was pretty great, thus far. Gabriel, still under the effects of too much calming draught, had decided he was in need of food and had toddled off in that direction. The house elves had outdone themselves, clearly. In fact, if not for 'duties', he would've sat stationed at the long table for the rest of the night...and he wasn't even a foodie.

It just smelled nice.

...and because NO ONE knew that he...was in fact himself, Gabe might've also winked and grinned at a few girls in passing. Was this how Whitlock felt? Always tossing his smirk around? And it wasn't like he was cheating....was he? It was just smiles. Coral Bay wouldn't get mad about that...

Picking and sampling a few things, Gabe settled on the quiche being the best. What was in that? It was fishy...and spicy.