S--spied on her?! Forrest's face went paler. She was doing that scary whispers-threatening again. He gulped and took a step backwards towards the open wall of the owlery. He was doomed. He didn't want to die! He was still too young. He opened his mouth to speak, maybe he could still be spared, but no sound came. He tried to talk again, but it was in vain.

He was going to--live, perhaps.

But what she said didn't make sense at all. "Let me go?" he repeated dumbly. He frowned and hardly heard the rest of ther threats. His mouth was closed now, but he looked dumber than ever. He noticed the worn-out tone of her voice. Why was she so tired?

...was that... sadness?

See, that was the problem with him: he never understood the cues. Right now, he really had to leave probably--she did deliver her point well--but he didn't. On the contrary, he took a few steps towards her.

"What's wrong?" He had, y'know, forgotten completely about their animosity and was actually treating her as if she was his friend.

Such a Hufflepuff.