(I'm sure Lily will let you join Rex.) Gale quietly gets up and walks over to the Gryffindor table behind Alejandria. "That the device you use to save the world, miss Al?" Gale smirks.
"Not getting in stressful situations," Alejandria eyes the gap between them, "and not get claustrophobic."
Gale laughs. "What? Is miss Al ticklish? How would you protect the world if you started being tickled?"
Alejandria scowls before turning back round to face the table, resting her head in the crook of her folded arms.
Gale sits beside her, facing away from the table, leaning back with his hands behind his head. "We could always make some wind and blame it on someone else if you'd rather be immature." Gale smirks.