Forrest was whistling a tune as best as he could while he climbed the stairs up to the owlery. It was a long way, and mp3 players sadly didn't work in this place so he was left to making his own music. He was panting slightly as he reached his destination with a letter to his mum in his hands. He was sending his usual weekly letter. He entered the owlery carelessly--as it was right after dinner, he was sure no one was there--and walked to the school owls. Before he picked the strongest though, he heard a voice from behind.

The voice was familiar.

It was talking angrily.

He vacillated, breathed, panted, but in the end turned towards it. He didn't want to face an angry her, but she must have seen him too. So maybe he could just sneak out quickly.

Not so quickly.

Because she wasn't just angry. She was--crying. Or her eyes were pretty watery. His eyes got watery when he cried. So she was crying in his book. Shaking and crying. And he saw her like that. He knew she was crying. He felt like crying too. Not out of sympathy, out of pity for himself. She wasn't going to let him just walk, he knew. She was going to torture him and make him promise to keep it to himself. He would be lucky if he made it out alive. He was staring at her with BIG, horrorful eyes. He gulped. Maybe if he caught her by surprise...

"Please don't kill me I won't tell anyone."

He was good, see? He meant no harm!