ren was hanging out in the Ravenclaw common room. She had snagged the prime real estate - wing back chair beside the roaring fireplace. The prefect lounged in it sideways and curled up with a good book that she had been meaning to read. It was extremely hard for her to relax, especially given recent events, so she took every moment of peace that she could. The brunette had changed into Muggle clothes and left her shoes on the floor while her feet - in socks - dangled near the fireplace. Since she sat with her back to an armrest, she had stretched out, arching her back to get a good stretch, which was welcome after a long, cold quidditch practice earlier that afternoon. Wren sighed, enjoying the complete and total silence... while it lasted.
Gabriel didn't really have any particular aims that day, which meant seeing Wren stretched out in the Ravenclaw Common Room was a perfect opportunity to snap a candid shot, which he did, before walking over and sitting in a nearby seat. He didn't speak at first; instead, he sighed softly, set his camera beside him, leaned back with his hands behind his head.
"You're very pretty there by the fireplace," he said casually.
he camera's flash startled Wren, and she watched as Gabriel took pride in taking her picture and then proceeded to walk over and sit down nearby. He stretched out like a self-satisfied lion where he sat. The compliment came as a complete surprise. Wren was used to being called lots of things, but "very pretty" was not usually one of them. She tried to not let on how flattered she was, but couldn't stop a hint of blush from peaking out from behind her hair. She had to change the subject. "That camera," she asked, gesturing to it, "how did you get it to work? I didn't think that Muggle technology worked inside the castle."