Once the hat was placed on his head, the man was wrapped into another world in his own mind; during this time he was presented with a series of questions which were answered instantly by his own mind. “You are very resourceful despite your laid back appearance.” The Sorting Hat spoke aloud as he analyzed the man’s inner most mind. “Hm… someone is very clever, very clever indeed. You take pride in your partnerships with friends and would defend them to the very end. You have a drive to defend yourself and others along with the desire in completing things. You remind me of someone I knew very long ago.”

“Slytherin!”

The hat announced his designated house and even Gabrial looked shocked as he lifted the hat off of his head. “You know all of that was supposed to be a secret. I’d rather have people thing I’m lazy, uncaring and stupid. You ruined my whole plan!” His voice was reflected the playfulness that resided in him before he turned to her. 

“So, if I’m to understand form what the Sorting Hat showed me, there’s a form of rivalry between the Gryffindor House and the Slytherin House. Is that right?” With that he slowly approached her, like a predator stalking his pray until he had her backed against the bookshelf. His hand went up above her head as he leaned forward and down over her. A smirk moved across his fine lips as his ember eyes stared down, reminding her just how much taller he was compared to her and that… as agreed; she would have to do one thing he said.

“You… Are…. Going… To…” With each word he progressed closer and closer to her. “Go…” Soon he was at her ear and in a deep husky voice he whispered, “Running with me tomorrow morning.” With that he pulled back from her with a victorious grin. “5am sharp meet me at the Quidditch Pitch and run a few laps.”

“Thank you.” He said politely to the Sorting Hat who had fallen back into his slumber. Turning his attention back to her he gestured towards the door. “We better hurry to the Great Hall or else our presence will be noticed as missing.”