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Deniiz 
'Don't cry'? 'Don't cry'?! If he wasn't on the verge of tears, or if he was a third person watching the scene, Forrest would have laughed with all his being. Now, though, he did quite the opposite--he started crying. His face got all ugly and red as tears fell down his cheeks. He did try to hold it back though--only, he FAILED in that TOO like he failed in magic.
He sobbed dramatically, oblivious to the boy's panic as he was overwhelmed with his. He hoped momentarily that maybe the boy was potions-champion or something, but he killed the hope before it got too strong. There was nobody that could help him now, except maybe his mother to calm him down and teach the Professor a lesson, and she was 5300 kilometres away. So he just sat there and sobbed for a while, until he could breathe properly.
"I got nothin'," he replied despite a bunch of dried grass, a bottle of lake water, a wild daisy and a dead stick on his table. Because honestly, who would count them as ingredients?
"I'll get a zero and--" he sobbed, giving in to tears fully.
Oh crap. Shoot, shoot. This was not good. NOT GOOD AT ALL.
Nothing? At all? He wanted to ask this but again he couldn't. What to do when a firstie cries in front of you? Ugh, they were always so energetic and bouncy and all that.
"Ey, erm, uh...." WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?
"You won't get a zero. Don't give up that easily."
No wait. This was not a Gryffindor so he can't exactly say "giving up is not what lions do." Err, say "giving up is not what badgers do?" Replace lions with badgers.
"I've got some ingredients....maybe I could help you find new ones as well?" unless the badger wanted to go "find another person's ingredients where they left them" His eyes lingered on the bunch of stuff Forrest gathered. Normal stuff, it appeared to the seventh year.
"Or I'll give you mine." That would same him the job of doing his homework that he did not intend to do at all.
"Just stop crying, please."