After the feast and the awkwardly cramped boats, Gabriel had wandered off on his own. Wanting to reflect in private for a bit, the Sixth Year didn't shy away from the Prefect's compartment this go...seeing as it would be one of the more quiet ones on this journey. The end justifying the means, essentially.

With a notebook and quill in hand, Gabe was already outlining a few things for next term. There was a plan.

Perhaps he could get his co-Prefects in on it? Maybe.