[Gabriel(le) Quinn Honey-Sinclair]
She would be all right here, so long as she minded herself and her little secret, how it was she choose to act didnât matter. As long as she wasnât found out as a girl, and she kept her grandfatherâs wishes of keeping the Sinclair name from being dragged through the mud or shamed by her.... She could just be herself. Maxwell intimidated her, when she was caught within his presence, she couldnât help but cower and submit to his wishes and will. That was what got her into this situation to begin with, dressing, acting and assuming a role as the opposite gender. He wanted her to have been born a boy, the pride he carried in the Sinclair name was too great to let the world know that his line was to possibly end with a girl, a girl whoâd been born out of wedlock. It shouldnât have mattered, how it was she came to be within the world should not matter. She was alive, and living now, she hadnât chosen to be born to the situation she had, to a set of teenage parents who were not ready to be a mom and dad, but who did their best anyway. Gabriel knew that her grandfather though had wanted her to be erased from the world, while in his care she overheard several of the servants whispering among themselves about her, their thoughts....
âGoodness, that girl.... I canât believe that sheâs really the Masterâs grandchild, or even poor Aldricâs daughter!â
âWhat happened with her this time?â
âAgain, she wasnât able to keep her abilities in check and she managed to float right up to the ceiling. She couldnât get herself down eitherâthe Master had to break away from his duties to bring her back to the ground.â
âUgh, again? Thatâs the second time this week. Tch, given the fact that she canât control herself or her transvection, I can see why it was the Master wanted Aldric to have her destroyed. Sheâs an embarrassment to the family name.â
The memories were bitter ones, but they were what they were. The words spoken by the maids that day were true ones, sheâd never had proper control over her transvection, and it always wound up getting her into some strange predicaments. Compared to her grandfather, and her father, she was an embarrassment, both men had incredible powers and abilities whereas she...just floated around at random. Even though her abilities were unstable, and pathetic compared to other psychics, no matter what it was that was thought of her by othersâthese were things that couldnât be helped, she was as she was. Her father had loved her despite everything, and so had her mother, before sheâd discovered the fact that her husband and daughter were more than human.
Gabriel knew that Maxwell had deposited her to the care of the Goruden Mansion because heâd grown tired of her entirely. And, while that did indeed hurt some, it was something with which Gabriel could live with. Even if she had to go around, with her gender hidden, at least here she had some chance to being âfree,â her grandfather wouldnât be breathing down her neck always; making her sacred and timid. At least here, she could more or less be herself, let her personality show through so long as it didnât endanger her secret. No telling what Maxwell would do if that happened.
She could only sigh to herself, as her eyes drew down to her suitcase. Damn thing was heavier than she thought itâd be....
âYou areâŠâ Alistair started to speak again, catching her attention. Iâm what? She turned around, looking at her roommate, eyes holding a questioning glint while it was he seemed to be surveying her again. Was he unsure of what to maybe make of herâŠ? Stares were something she was probably going to have to get used to since she definitely had anâŠinteresting appearance. âFragile.â he finished, as he stood up.
âFragile?â Sooo, he thinks Iâm fragile? All that staring, and thatâs what he thinks? Huh, well, I guess him thinking Iâm fragile is better than him seeing through my disguise and act. Gabriel kept her eyes on him as he stepped over toward her, standing near herâŠlooking at her suitcase. Her own gaze flittered back to it for a momentâbefore there was suddenly a hand on the top of her head, ruffling up her hair. The sudden action elicited a squeak from Gabrielâs throat, as her heart jumped into her throat from being caught off guard.
âDo you need help moving that around?â Alistair asked her. Gabrielâs eyes widened a bit though, as a familiar and much unwanted feeling washed over her. The fact that sheâd been surprised had.... Well, itâd shaken her already poor reigns on her powers. âThey didnât help you get here? Thought theyâd at least bring your suitcase up for you, in an apology for sticking with me.â he went on. HoweverâŠGabriel was currently elsewhere.
No, no, no! she thought, as a sense of weightlessness settled in over her. The last thing she felt like having happen now was drifting up to the ceiling of the room. While it was true that psychics came in all formsâwhether they possessed transvection like herself or teleportation, Gabriel didnât feel like having her power show itself quite yet. A worried look on her face, the girl began to panic a bit as it was her feet started to lift up from the floor below, her body turning midair so that her stomach was facing the floor. Her arms went out in front of her as she looked about, as slowly but certainly her body raised upward, Alistair though, he seemed to have blanked out before her, not noticing the fact that she was floating midair right near him. A couple of whimpers and uncertain noises slipped from Gabriel while she remained airborne, she continued to look around as she, maybe, lifted upward to about six feet in the air. Then, without warning, as always though, the full force of gravity returned to her. She felt the return of her bodyâs weightâŠand with a small âEep!,â she went plummeting back to the floor below.
She hit with a thud, and an âOmph!â followed by a groan, and a couple of coughs, the air having been knocked from her lungs at the sudden fall. Well, at least that wasnât as bad as it couldâve beenâŠI didnât hit the ceiling this time. she thought, laying there, flat to the floor for a moment before she raised her head up and blinked a few times, doing her best to gather herself and her marbles. After a few seconds, the girl shook her head a bit, remembering that right next to her was the guy she was suppose to be living with for the coming months. Her little display definitely had to make for an interesting sightâŠand impression. Well, what a way to reveal just what makes me a psychic in the first place than that.
With a small laugh, and a nervous smile playing over her features, she looked back up at Alistair before trying to speak, âUmm, yeah, help with the suitcase would be appreciated. I didnât have any help in getting here, my grandfather dropped me off at the train station way down where, and I was sent up here on my ownâŠthough, I donât know who youâre talking about as far as âtheyâ go, or why anyone shouldâve bothered with my things just because youâre my roommate.â
Raising a hand up, and setting it on her bed, Gabriel got herself up to her knees, her face tinting a shade of red. âI really donât get what the big deal isâŠif anything, you might wind up finding me annoying to live with!â she laughed. âAs just now, I have a tendency to randomly float up into the air whenever it is that Iâm not expecting it. My powers arenât quite within my control yet.â