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Harry Osborn (goblinglider) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-12-17 19:56:00

Entry tags:

gwen stacy, harry osborn (msm)

Who: Gwen & Harry
What: Harry is the perpetual new kid who isn’t into Christmas. Gwen is amazing.
Where: Small town
When: Now
Rating/Warning: Low

So his first ever trip through the doors had been fun. He and Peter had ended up in a space mall which was all kinds of exciting no matter what the older man had to say. They looked around, bought a few things, had some space mall food. It was fun but he was also a teenager so his definition of the word was probably different from Peter’s. While Harry really wanted to try out a solo adventure he knew that Peter wouldn’t be too happy with him once he found out. He’d probably never forgive himself or Harry if he wound up falling off a building or something. It was best to do this with a chaperone. Gwen had seemed like the obvious and best choice. She’d already promised not to let him fall off a building. “Thanks for coming along.” He said as they walked right into the house with the doors. “I’m pretty sure Pete would never let me hear the end of it if I tried to go through these doors by myself.”

Harry frowned as he looked out the window of his mother’s brand-new shop. It was always difficult being the new kid in town. He should know. His mother had always been something of a free spirit. Her job as a successful author had allowed her the freedom and income to move about as she pleased. Harry just happened to always be along for the ride. It wasn’t horrible. She was a good mother and Harry had seen so much in his short life. It was just kind of hard to always be the new kid. To always start over again. He was close to giving up on the whole idea of getting close to anyone. What was the point if he was only going to pack up and leave? What was the point in anything?

Normally he didn’t complain, and they stayed, at least, until the school year ended so Harry’s education didn’t suffer. This time was different. This time his mother had announced the move during the middle of the school year and the family was packed up and moved just in time for winter break. It meant Harry would spend the next two few weeks without an opportunity to make friends and would go in after New Year’s as the new kid. He’d have to figure out where he fit in right in the middle of everything. He tried to understand, really. His grandmother was sick, possibly dying, someone needed to take over the family business before that happened and one of his uncles sold it to the businessman from New York who’d expressed interest. His mother had always loved both the town and the shop. She volunteered in a heartbeat.

It was fine, really. The town was small but that was okay. In a few days Harry probably wouldn’t even feel so upset anymore. His mother was trying, after all. She was trying to give him the best small-town Christmas she could to make up for the move. He just wasn’t feeling it. The tree she’d bought still sat sad and undecorated in their new house. He was drawn from his thoughts by the sound of the bell above the door jingling, announcing a visitor. Harry sat up a little as the prettiest girl he’d ever seen strolled into the shop, dusting thick snowflakes off her coat.

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itsybitsyspidey
2019-12-18 02:59 pm UTC (link)

Gwen was definitely no stranger to the doors. She went through them more freely than she probably should have (totes sorry, dads) but she'd always managed to come back in one piece so she wasn't too worried about it. When she heard rumors of there being destinations that took people into false realities she found herself curious. And maybe even a little self-sabotaging. If she went through one, maybe she could see Peter again. Her Peter. It was something that she knew was what she wanted more than anything else in the world for both her birthday and Christmas but also the one thing that would ultimately wreck her possibly beyond repair. Going alone would be dangerous. Going with Harry felt safe.

Gwendolyn Stacy loved Christmas. She'd come by it honestly. Her mother had been the biggest fan of Christmas ever and she'd passed that love on to her daughter. Even when her mother passed away, it did not cause Gwen to lose her love of Christmas. If anything, it made her want to celebrate it more in honor of her mother. Her father was more of a Scrooge about it but Gwen never let that stop her from decorating her house or their tree or baking Christmas cookies for the town -- which, was exactly why she was strolling into the shop that day.

She'd heard that there was a mother and son new to town who were taking over the running of one of her favorite shops. Gwen hadn't wanted to be overly intruding so she'd given it a little time before she decided to pop up and introduce herself. When she stepped in, the jingling bell made her smile as she dried her boots on the mat and started to brush the snowflakes off her thigh length, deep red coat. "It's almost a shame to brush them off. They're so thick you can actually see the shape." Still smiling she walked up to the counter. "Hi. I wanted to introduce myself. My name's Gwen."

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goblinglider
2019-12-25 01:54 pm UTC (link)

"They're definitely something else." Harry said, eyes drawn back to the window. He'd lived in a number of places before. He'd seen snow. Something about this town just made the snowfall seem different. Magical, maybe? He didn't know. He couldn't quite explain it. He was just sure this one was different even if he couldn't figure out why. Maybe it was just that small town magic or maybe it was his mother's promise that this was it. This was the place where they settled and laid down roots. No one else was going to take over the family's shop and his uncles would just sell it to one of those big corporations his mother was so against.

He smiled as the girl approached, actually standing up. "I'm Harry." He said. "My mom and I just moved here not too long ago. I can't say I've met anyone else." His fault, obviously, but she didn't need to know that. Isolating himself was just a silent sort of protest to being pulled out of school in the middle of the school year and dragged across the country to a small town to take over a shop for a grandmother he hadn't met. Gwen seemed nice though. Maybe they could be friends.

"Is that a customer?" He heard his mother's voice from behind him as she entered from the back room. She smiled at Gwen, obviously happy to have someone in the store and possibly a little ecstatic to find it was someone around Harry's age. Maybe that would help cheer him up. "I'm Emily Lyman. Harry and I just moved here because my mother is sick. We'll be taking over the family business." Harry frowned but kept any comments about the actual permanence of this move to himself.

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itsybitsyspidey
2019-12-26 11:27 pm UTC (link)

Gwen believed in magic. She believed in Christmas magic and she knew that their town was ripe with it right now during the holiday season. It wasn't over the top, obvious magic like pulling a rabbit out of a hat. It was a feeling one got inside, filled with the holiday spirit. Magic was in those snowflakes she'd been talking about. It was in the way freshly baked cookies smelled so good you simply had to have one even if you were full. There were so many instances where magic was present. Gwen didn't see how anyone could deny it existed.

Harry was cute. Cute, but maybe a little sad? A little lonely? Definitely out of place but that was to be understood considering he was new in town and hadn't had much of a chance to meet anyone. It couldn't be easy; coming to a small town where everyone else knew each other and you knew no one. Gwen had been in town all her life so she'd never felt that way, but she could sympathize well enough.

She smiled warmly and greeted Harry's mother. "That's wonderful that you could step in to help," Gwen said. "Although I think it goes without saying we all wish you were here for different reasons. I hope your mother begins to feel better soon." Her gaze returned to Harry and she smiled again. "Have you explored the town yet? I'd be happy to walk around with you and show you the sights."

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