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lemon 
Why was the tiny puff gasping? And shaking his head? And turning pale? Alice glanced back to the pitch in confusion for a couple of seconds, wondering what exactly was going on that was terrifying enough to scare first years. There wasn't much to look at, other than bludgers and and chasers flying around. Nothing face paling to her, but then again, he might have spotted something she hadn't.
"You okay?" Did he need a healer or something? ".... want a jelly slug?" Because candy would probably help with whatever was going on with him. "I don't think I've ever seen you at a match before. I'm Alice."
Did he want the candy or what? If not, she was eating it.
Forrest nodded vigourously. He didn't want to worry someone, much less a Gryffindor to leave the game to help him. He didn't want to see any more, but he also couldn't move from his place. There was something about the game that kept him watching. He peeked over it before she offered him candy. He took it, hoping to feel better.
"Thanks," he mumbled and glanced at the game again. Could he get used to it? No one had died before, so he had read...
"Yeah, I'm--I'm muggleborn. Forrest." He winced visibly when some girl--Ella--nearly fell off the broom.
"Is--is it always this--vicious?"