<br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a7/Lost_y1_gal_garcia1_s_FULL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gabriel Brewer<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Ravenclaw/6th<br/><strong>Bloodtype:</strong>Pure blood—but only back 1 generation.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great hall, Ravenclaw Table<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Darci, Desiree, Gustav, Petra (Mentioned), Anyone<br/><br/>Wrapped on the back of the head by Darci, Gabriel muttered something inarticulate that trailed off into coughs.  His cheeks flared.  The big man reached ofr another plate and buried himself in the good food ‘til he got his composure back.<br/><br/>The raven beside him didn’t stop cackling for a moment.<br/><br/>“Aw, shut your beak,” Gabe gasped, stuffing a slice of sausage down the raven’s throat.<br/><br/>He hadn’t gotten very far into the new plate when Desiree addressed him again.  At first, the question confused him and he gave her a lost look.  Then the meaning hit him and he choked on a his quiche.  Grabbing a napkin, he coughed into it a few times, then managed to swallow.<br/><br/>“Nothing like that,” he gasped, and the lack of color to his cheeks revealed the truth of the response…<br/><br/>At least, until Darcy mentioned his being immune to her advances.<em>Then</em>they flared!<br/><br/>“It’s just…”  He paused for a moment, glancing at Gustav.  “I’ve read about your family, Gustav, and even brief mentions of yourself as current—well, current to two years ago—heir to a family artifact.”<br/><br/>Gabriel was not in any way good at subtlty.  While he might have managed to avoid directly mentioning Gustav’s wand—in case he didn’t want to talk about it—it occurred to him that he certainly hadn’t done anything to brush off the topic!<br/><br/>“Anyways, another durmstag student?” he pondered, “I think there’s a girl in Hufflepuff house.  What’s her name?  Petra?”<br/>