Gwen's head tilted forward, her eyes widened, her mouth opened... and waited for something to follow. Didn't the little twerp have anything to say for himself?
"You... what? You what, Shunpike, you lied to my baby sister, you are an ex convict, you were at Azkaban and you broke her heart!" Gwen was getting carried away, but no part of her registered that fact. She was yelling at him now, her fingers tightening around her Beater's bat reflexively. Her anger felt surprisingly like the adrenaline rush during a Quidditch game. "You WHAT, Shunpike?"