Forrest checked his watch as he entered the library. It was only an hour or so to his curfew time, and he hoped it would be enough. He also hoped that the librarian was away at dinner or something, because he didn't think what he was going to attempt would be considered well. He looked around and saw no one. GOOD. Maybe he really was in luck... he walked fast towards his destination, and halted by the infamous border of the section. He did NOT cross it, but just stood on it. Staring into the piles of books that looked dusty and old, but not dangerous. How could a book be dangerous? Not that he wanted to know how. All he wanted was a book about legilimency, but he had a feeling he would never get the permission for it. Maybe by staring, he could make a book move.

Yeeeeaaaah.