[b]Gideon, Gabriel[/b]

Gideon, shaking himself free of whatever trance or spell had affected him, saw the angel he had seen before making off towards the stands. He looked depressed and careworn - out of place amongst the crowd of romping students. Gideon, unsure of what to do, followed him. Despite his solitary nature (born from a lone tributary to the Stour, what can you expect?) he felt sorry for someone so disheartened, and, although the angel was so much older than him, he followed the winged adolescent to the seats.

"Hello." Gideon said quietly, upon sitting close by." My name is Gideon."