Azkaban, Azkaban, here he came. It was bad, it was awful, it was horrendous!--and all for what? For he was too bloody curious? For Sonea was the worst person he'd ever met? Hands still over his ears, he knelt down and closed his eyes as he tried to take deep breaths. His mother'd said deep breaths would help, but they weren't helping at all. His mother--what would she think of him? Would she still love him? He started to rock back and forward slightly. Breaking rules... he was the worst person on earth.

He didn't hear the footsteps, nor did he hear Sonea's whispering. As he was facing away from the normal library, he didn't see the man coming either. He was just kneeling there, hands over his ears and eyes shut tightly. Forrest only noticed what was going on when the librarian addressed them. They were caught! He was going to jail! He couldn't... breathe... he gasped for air as he was still oblivious to their words. There were LOTS of words, but NONE made any sense to him now. His breath was ragged, and now his hands were on the ground in front of him too as he stood on all fours. He choked as his face got too red this time.

He was just... too young for jail.