"Lets just say that if I were a muggle I'd be taking anger management. After my cousin decided he'd spread a rumour of my family being death eaters even half of the Slytherin house have been ganging up on me. It's not been easy." Gabriel sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I've been goin into the forest for half the time with Proffessor Dumbledore. Promise you won't tell anyone this, but, we've been creating counter-spells for the Dark Lords forbidden spells."
Gabriel walked over to her and stared at her eyes. He looked deep into those eyes like he was trying to find something. He turned and walked away on to a balcony. He could see Trish and his cousin down by the quidditch pitch. He hated that game. Unlike his father, Van, who was one of the top scorers for Gryffindor. But that was where they were different. He ended up in Slytherin. The worst of them all.