Re: quicklog: gwen & goblin boy
[The Estate was big enough that she didn't hear the glider's familiar whir, a thing from her nightmares, and she didn't hear the landing on the helipad. But in the empty, staff-devoid home, the footsteps on the stairs echoed. Gwen didn't turn immediately. She knew, with a sinking certainty, what it meant that Harry hadn't used the front door. It was childish, but she wanted those last few moments to pretend she wouldn't see black and green when he came into view.
She had a vial tucked into her sleeve, a sedative, but she realized it would be nearly impossible to use if he was in a suit. His neck might be the only exposed region, and how would she get that close? She had no webs on her. She was too new at that, and bringing everything along didn't happen without her thinking yet.
He spoke, and still she didn't turn.]
I told you that you'd need to tell me to my face. We've been friends forever, Harry. You aren't just going to scare me off by screaming at me. [A pause.] Let me help you.