The question about what house he would be sorted into did raise a question in his own mind as he tapped his chain I thought. “I don’t know what… what does the process entail? Is it a test or a quiz or a game of spin the bottle?” He questioned playfully. That was until the mischievous smile moved across her face he raised an eyebrow at her. 

Upon their sudden hand holding, the snowy haired man was drug in a different direction from the main hall. “But… but food…” His voice was filled with playful disappointment that resembled a child as he was pulled along down the hallway. He just arrived here and now he was off on another adventure. This is very fun. And his grin said just that!

As they hurried down the hallway like two mischievous children breaking the rules they found themselves in the Headmaster’s office and standing in front of an old wizard’s hat. “What is this?” He asked with a chuckle looking down at the thing. 

That was until it popped alive. “Are you laughing at me?”

Gabrial jumped back in surprise from the hat, you’d think being a pureblood he’d be used to talking objects but… “A talking hat, that’s new.” He said pointing at the hat. “That’s really cool.” Soon he had the hat in his hand as he looked it over. “I wonder what kind of spell it is, or maybe someone dipped it into a potion. Oh… that could be a thing…” He tilted the hat and looked up inside of it. “You’d have to fully emerge the thing into the potion and give it time to absurd it. I would how long it would take…” His mind began to trail a million miles an hour as he looked over the hat who could only show an expression of annoyance.

Potions really were Gabrial’s life and his excitement showed as he put more and more thought into what it would take to develop a potion that could make someone have a personality and speak. “Getting something to speak is the hard part… that requires bewitching items before putting it into the potion….” It was at that moment he realized he was speaking out loud and shook his head. “I’m sorry.” He said apologizing to the hat before putting it back down then he apologized to her.

“So, if you’re willing to bet, how about it? If I’m sorted into Gryffindor I will do any one thing you say. But if I’m sorted into Slytherin than you will do any one thing I say.” He extended out his hand to her. “Deal?”