"You are a witch, Mary MacDonald," Gabriel let out loudly, not allowing her to drag him over, but instead he pulled away from her, putting his hands on her shoulder to look her in the eye. She was definitely a witch, he could tell. Gabriel's face twisted in extreme concentration, trying to etch every detail of Mary into his head. Yes, yes--she was certainly a witch, that he was absolutely sure of, "You have a wand to blow people up."
This was just logical. Gabriel would never have thought to hit someone with a blunt object, and he had played quidditch. He was rather good at it too, except he hurt himself sixth year so didn't get as much playing time as he would've liked, so that the scouts didn't get to see him and he could be on the cup winning team but no.
"Use your head, Mary---use your wand."
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