There was a choking roil of power as the archangel stalked around the room. He really, really didn't like being bound to any one location. It was risky, dangerous.. and there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it.

With a resigned sigh, he pulled the power back. Gabriel manifested up a pair of comfortable overstuffed chairs and flopped down into one. He could always wait it out, he certainly had the time. And the idea that Heaven didn't hold any sway did have it's appeal.

"All right, little bro, you're the expert here," he allowed. "So no Heaven, no Hell. Which leaves us exactly where? I've never heard of a Hogwarts and I'm pretty sure I've covered all of Creation since I left home."