Mary
Unfortunately for Gabriel, he missed the visiting hours by a minute. Even with his rather loud tones and frustrated gestures, he wasn't allowed to see Mary until the following day, which was why he found himself standing at the nurses' desk, a minute before the visiting hours were to begin. He didn't hide his disdain toward the woman as she watched him with amusement, and the second the clock struck the appropriate time he was down the corridor, making sure to send a glare over his shoulder at the nurse he was sure whispering about him.

He didn't know what to think as he nearly sprinted toward Mary's room. Gabriel had been so angry at her the night before, ready to tear into her for hanging around with such foolish people like Sirius Black. Of course he would be the proprietor of a pub that would be attacked, of course he would. He was the disowned son of one of the most ancient pureblood families; if there weren't death eaters furious with Sirius Black, Gabriel would proclaim himself a proud Gryffindor. But that wasn't the issue now, really. He had no say in who she spent her time with, and he had absolutely no right to tell her what was best for her and her life.

Though, Gabriel was quick to recall that he had very much say in the security of their child, and the balance of the two feelings helped him keep calm. He liked to find both sides of any situation he was in, it created a level playing field to start off on.

This was it--Gabriel knocked softly before pushing the door open and peering over at Mary. He smiled softly and pulled the small bouquet of flowers from behind his back to offer to her, "How are you feeling?"