SPOILER!!: Forrest
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Originally Posted by
StarShine 
Forrest was trying to calculate whether he'd grown taller. Last year his feet reached this love point--wait, what?
He frowned. Had someone been spying--but spies didn't sing--he stopped stretching nevertheless and listened. Not that he needed to listen, the person made everyone listen. He giggled. The lyrics were pretty stupid. Did the person really like the song? He tried to distinguish the voice. Wasn't it... Fern? He fumbled to get out so that he could be sure. Someone cool like Fern couldn't listen to this music. He tried to get out, but couldn't. He panicked. He wanted to be out, NOW, by himself! He wanted to laugh at Fern but if she found him trapped there, she would laugh at him. He wasn't going to let that happen, so he pushed himself forward harder. His shoulders fit in perfectly, he didn't understand what kept him behind--
*insert fabric tearing noise here*
He fell forward onto his open palms, but a leg of his trousers didn't follow him. Or, better phrased, followed him too late with a piece still hanging inside the statue. It had apparently got caught on somewhere and kept him trapped. The fabric of the back of his trouser's right leg was torn off, showing his whole bare leg and a little part of his white pants. Still lying facedown, his hand flew to the crime scene and as soon as it felt the bare skin; he gasped, flushed, eyed Fern in utter fear while rolling over.
Did she see? HOW MUCH did she see? Was she going to keep it a secret? Please? Please?! "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.