"Ehm..." Gabrielle, for the first time in perhaps her entire life, could find absolutely no words. Run away run away run away run away repeated in her mind, a deafening ring. She believed him now- believed he was a terrible, hideous, disgusting thing, but the way he pleaded was oddly pitiable.
Gabrielle was suddenly remembering the very first time she stepped into Honeydukes. The same puppy eyes that stared at her the way all other adoring men did- those eyes were still there, and she did not know what to do. Her heart ached.
"Den-ees, I..." she bit her bottom lip and slowly reached her shaking hand toward a strand of hair that hung in his face. "I just..." she could hardly keep her fingers from spasming out of control. Something was off. If even she, who hardly knew Dennis Creevey, could feel some twisted sympathy for something so awful, why was his own brother incapable of the same compassion? It did not seem right at all. Perhaps if they talked about it more, if she could pull herself together long enough to learn and then never see him again...
She could not think about it further, for the moment her fingers brushed his cold scalp, she lost her courage. Her body jerked away from him and she let out a sharp, high-pitched scream that resonated off of nearby buildings like only a Veela's could.