In a matter of seconds, he was already at the door of Potions Lady. He was shaking slightly, but he doubted it was because the cold air of dungeons. This was definitely the scariest place he'd ever been to, and the manner of the Professor wasn't comforting at all. Hadn't she said it herself in the lesson? 'I'm not a nice person...' Still, she HAD TO have mercy or pity, Forrest wasn't sure which one applied to his situation. He was able to contain the tears, but his face wasn't very comfortable either--in fact, it was visible for everyone to see he was distressed to no end. Knocking feebly at the door, he took a step back and tried to control his trembling.