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imaginarynumb3rs "Hey girl I saw you walking down the street; looking so fine from your head to your feet! But there's this fact that I can't hide - I was absolutely stupified! YE-EAH! I've been STUP-I-EEEEEK!!!" The Hufflepuff's song turned into a surprised shriek as she turned around to see what had produced that sudden, strange noise. And what she saw was Forrest falling face first onto the floor!
"Forrest!" she cried, running over. Any indignation (not embarrassment; it was Forrest after all) that he had been eavesdropping on her mini-concert was completely overshadowed by the fact that her friend might potentially be in need of a visit to the Hospital Wing. "Are you okay! Us anything broken! Can you OH!"
Eyes following Forrest's hands, Fern's face flushed to match Forrest's; then she quickly turning around so she couldn't see. The 11-year-old pulled off the heavy robes she had worn over her uniform up to the owlery and threw them as best she could behind her back. She didn't think she needed to tell him what it was for; she was thinking maybe she could just not refer to the situation and that would be that. Never to be spoken of again.
NO, Forrest was NOT okay! He was physically alright, but mentally? He wished he was DEAD.
At least Fern turned around. At least she didn't giggle. At least she didn't make fun of him.
Yet. There was guarantee that she
wouldn't. She was going to remember this moment everytime she saw him now, and who knew how long it would take her to tell it to her friends?
Ooooooh, no! She
wouldn't run to her dorms to giggle at him with her friends, would she? He groaned. No.
No! He grabbed the robes, eyes never leaving her back, and scrambled up to his feet. He tightly rolled the robes around his waist and opened his mouth several times to speak, but nothing came out for a while.
"This... this never happened." You know. EVER. No silly girly gossips. No.
"Please."