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Gabe was probably dead weight as he sat around his sister’s store. He was messing around on his phone, sitting in a way his mother would have a heart attack if she saw him, and doing really nothing helpful. Unless you counted interacting with people over snitcher. Sure, he could help his sister with doing this and that around the place (as he might have said he would) but one thing lead to another and he got distracted. It’s been a few weeks since he got back from his trip (he spent most of Fitz out of the country-could you blame him?) and he was enjoying being back, especially his twin sister.
If Gabe had been any other person in the world (perhaps maybe excluding Eli and Heloise) then she would've had a fit. If there was one type of company that she wouldn't head, it'd be one with a reputation for laziness. Of course Gabe didn't work there per say but she knew that wouldn't stop public opinion. One bad review in Witch Weekly and she was sure that her customer base would tank. She was nearing the end of the rush, however, and could soon close up for lunch. Not a moment too soon either; she'd miss Gabe a lot and wanted to fill him in. Hell, the last they saw of each other she and Eli were still fighting and now they were engaged. With the last customer leaving and her closing the door and flipping over the open sign with a flick of her wand, she turned to Gabe and cleared her throat dramatically. "And who's Snitcher is more important than helping me this time, hmm?" It was clear from her tone that she was joking but, in case it wasn't, she had a teasing smile on her face as well.
If Gabe had let his new found...well, popularity he supposed, get to his head. He'd argue that he could just change the bad review with a very nice one from himself. However, luckily for everyone else around him, he was still as humble and modest as he had always been. Gabriel would never abuse his platform like that. Except maybe to get discounts on stuff. Stuff was expensive and now that his parents had officially cut him out of the family estate, Gabe had to budget. Flootube only paid so much and he wasn't quite big enough to be paid the big money. He really only started his channel as a hobby but it had grown into something of a career. Much to everyone's surprise. When he heard Alex's voice, he looked over his screen at her, grinning just a little bit sheepishly. "Hudson Radley-Abbott's?" He suggested, "the debates are happening, can you blame me?" Tossing his phone into his bag, he stood up, as if to help until he realised the store was empty. "Closed for lunch, are we? Gosh, that went by quickly. Wasn't busy, was it?" Gabe was being a little sh-t. He knew it, and the grin that he couldn't stop from blossoming onto his face would have given him away in a heart beat. Then again, Gabe hadn't really stopped smiling since he reentered London and returned to his family. Gabe knew he would miss his sisters', especially his twin, but he hadn't expected exactly how much he did. He had gotten terrible homesick and had spent as much time online as he could, doing his best to stay in contact with his friends and family.
"Don't try and play off that you were looking at his Snitcher to read up on his policies," Alexandria said with a laugh as she walked away from behind the counter, moving to the front and sitting on it instead, "Everyone knows most people go on there to look at his chest or arms." At his question on the business of the store, Alex flashed him an exaggerated eye roll as she raised an eyebrow, "Busy? Did you not hear me ask you for help? Or were Hudson's erect nipples like two eyes you felt compelled to stare back at?"
Gabe almost considered arguing with her-disputing this. But...it'd be mute. Gabe suspected half the world's wizarding world was treating Hudson as magical version Justin Trudeau-political eye candy. "Like you haven't been guilty of it either," Gabe responded, his pale cheeks a light shade of red. It was the Malfoy curse, he supposed, that getting a tan was apparently nonexistent. "And I might have gone a little deaf. Could you blame me? His arms is what I aspire too. I just need the hormones to truly kick in," Gabe said, raising his arm to flex his bicep. Of course, there was little to no muscle there to actually show off. He was a twig. Nothing compared to Hudson-or most guys in their life, really
"I don't need to when my fiance's just as buff, really," Alex shot back with a laugh. Sure she had snuck a few looks here and there but, for the most part, ogling at Eli had been enough to keep her content. She giggled a little at Gabe's flex before shaking her head. "You don't need to wait for just the hormones; hit the gym. You seen those female body builders? Arms for days. Maybe get a job at the ministry and ask him to be your PT."
"Making my way up the ministry to ask him to be my PT is really far too much effort than I wanted," Gabe remarked as he dropped his arm back down. She had a point, of course. Gabe rarely ever hit the gym. Until recently, he was too nervous too go. You couldn't exactly wear a binder too a gym and he hated not wearing a binder. So he never went. Of course, now that he doesn't need a binder it's different. And he has gone once or twice but he has no idea what to do in there. So he gave up. "So you've accepted him as your fiance, huh? So you two are going well?" Gabe asked, pushing himself up onto the counter next to her, shifting one leg up onto the wood so he could face his ster.
"That's a lack of drive," Alex commented cheekily with a laugh. It was too much effort but wasn't going after some hunk of a man worth it? Still, Alex knew how hard it was to bring yourself to go to the gym. Though she was a regular gym goer - albeit at Eli's private gym at the chateau - she still found herself trying to make excuses to get out of it. Old excuses died hard, it seemed. She had forgotten that Gave hadn't been informed of the updates in her life when it came to that; since graduating Hogwarts, Alex had chosen to be more private in her love life and had scarcely revealed details. Then again, having been added into the big friendship group that Eli, Teddy, Caera and all the respective lovers and whatnot, Alex found she didn't need to make new friends. They were enough and thus nobody new had to be told. "Yeah," She said simply with a shrug, "After you left things just... settled. I've pretty much moved out of the mansion and it's just a case of him picking a date and time. Besides, Alexandria Di Sena e Bonaparte has a regal ring to it that I can't pass up."
"I hope it wasn't my presence that made everything rocky between you," Gabe remarked, but he knew it wasn't true. It was just a coincidence, he supposed, that Alex's love life settled when he left-it happens. "So it's only Heloise left in that old mansion, huh? I wonder if our parents ever realised that they've lost nearly all their children," he commented with a hum. He wasn't being bitter, or sad, or anything like that-he was just stating what he believed. However, the thought hit him that they weren't going to match-surnames, that is. Of course, they matched now, but the thought of not matching...was actually quite strange. Dear Merlin, it was him that was stuck with the Malfoy name, wasn't it? Maybe the Di Sena e Bonaparte family wouldn't mind if Gabe jumping onto the surname change. Surely they know he and Alex are a package deal. "It's as if the name was made for you," Gabe said with a soft smile, "I'm happy it's worked out for you. Just remember too send me an invite."