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What? Why couldn't he go back now? Forrest opened his mouth to argue, but closed it after a short while as Sonea made herself clear.
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He blinked and clenched his jaw tight.
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Breathe... he couldn't breathe...
......... "N--y--I--" No, NO, NO! This couldn't--she couldn't--NO! This was a nightmare. This was a nightmare and he was going to wake up THIS MOMENT WHY WASN'T HE WAKING UP!? His eyes watered and his head started to throb. This was reality. He was going to--he already had--break rules. Hufflepuff would lose points. He was going to cost them the House Cup. He remembered the conversation he'd had with Bristol. The girl had put up with him so far, but not anymore. Especially if he costed his house the cup. Everyone was going to hate him. He was going to break school rules and everyone was going to hate him and Bristol-Tobias-Minerva-Ella-far too many people to count--had Sonea ever heard of Azkaban? How they tortured people there? HAD SHE? He was too young to go to jail! He tried to breathe, but he couldn't. His breath was ragged, and he turned away just in time to hide his tears.
He was an IDIOT. He hated himself before anyone else. "Lead the way," was all he could muster in a shaky voice, still hiding his face. Bristol's face flashed through his mind, and he winced. She was going to loathe him. Would she believe it had been Sonea's trap?
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