Fianna was fascinated by his tenure at Durmstrang and would have liked to probe his mind further but she didn't think proper conversation could be held sitting beside someone as they were feasting. She often liked getting to know someone over drinks and perhaps a good stew or loaf of buttered bread, something rich and hearty. But across from someone, not beside them. Fianna it was a tad difficult to give someone beside you your full attention. She gave the other male a nod as he seemed receptive to the idea of her assisting them though she briefly mused as to whether or not he had considered a different, more intimate meeting place. Of course, had Gabrial gone that direction, she would have shoved his foot firmly in his mouth.
"Alright." She replied as she found herself focusing back on the food and drink on front of her.
Conversation faded as most of the staff finished eating, no longer wishing to multitask. Gabrial eventually excused himself while Fianna helped herself to a third dessert, unable to pick between the bread pudding, the flan or the pecan pie, she decided to just try a bit of everything. When she finished, she retired to her own quarters which weren't connected to her classroom but connected with her office that was settled in one of the many low-leveled corner towers of the castle. She was able to overlook a wide grassy field where most Flying lessons were held. Her office was on the third floor while her quarters were on the second, nestled under her officer.
Fianna took a quick route, stairs hidden behind a portrait of red and gold roses. She busied herself with a letter back home which she would send off in the morning while she still could savor the peace and quiet. Seeing it was nearly time to meet Gabrial, the long haired woman exited her quarters and wandered outside to the main courtyard, following the faint trail of smoke. Reaching Gabrial, she folded her arms across her chest, "You look so serious, so contemplative. I feel I'm almost disturbing you." She commented. Moving closer to him, her head tilted to the side. "Hmm so what have ya got written so far? Care to test your little speech out on me?"
"Alright." She replied as she found herself focusing back on the food and drink on front of her.
Conversation faded as most of the staff finished eating, no longer wishing to multitask. Gabrial eventually excused himself while Fianna helped herself to a third dessert, unable to pick between the bread pudding, the flan or the pecan pie, she decided to just try a bit of everything. When she finished, she retired to her own quarters which weren't connected to her classroom but connected with her office that was settled in one of the many low-leveled corner towers of the castle. She was able to overlook a wide grassy field where most Flying lessons were held. Her office was on the third floor while her quarters were on the second, nestled under her officer.
Fianna took a quick route, stairs hidden behind a portrait of red and gold roses. She busied herself with a letter back home which she would send off in the morning while she still could savor the peace and quiet. Seeing it was nearly time to meet Gabrial, the long haired woman exited her quarters and wandered outside to the main courtyard, following the faint trail of smoke. Reaching Gabrial, she folded her arms across her chest, "You look so serious, so contemplative. I feel I'm almost disturbing you." She commented. Moving closer to him, her head tilted to the side. "Hmm so what have ya got written so far? Care to test your little speech out on me?"