All's well with you, but not with Fergus

Snuggled together in the idyllic Garden of Delights, you lie beside Morgan and Fay, your new best friends from House Minerval, or your new lovers, at least. It was so obliging of Housemaster Fergus to bring you here, here, on your very first day at the Boarbristle Academy. Well, it would give you something to yearn for as you did your exercises and studies. Maybe if you were among the best in conjurations and enchantments, you could add your own little touch to the Garden.

Fay proposes a round of kissing and licking, all of you together, all over. There's much giggling as you and Morgan and Fay arrange and re-arrange yourselves. Morgan, the skinny witch with the black broomstraw hair, always seems to have a knee or elbow just a little too long or pointy for the position. Fay's choicest parts, her pink nipples and lips top and bottom, always seem to be rolling out of reach. And you're always re-adjusting as Fay and Morgan, longtime lovers (but never exclusive, that's not the Minerval way), keep finding each other again. Finally you lean back, let Fay and Morgan compose themselves nose to tail, tail to nose, and you find your own way to fit in, nibbling Fay's ear, tugging playfully on Morgan's hair, and kissing all the parts still exposed. At length, when Fay and Morgan find their release, they lazily turn to you. It's sweet, and soft, and slow, but two wicked mouths and four clever hands, even dream-dazed with climax, finally overwhelm your senses. The world pulses and glows and shines bright from your heart to your core, and you raise your voice in a scream of joy, fearing nothing.

Gain +1 XP (5 XP total).

When you come to yourself again, you blink in surprise. The sunlit summer afternoon in the Garden is now twilight fading toward night. Fay and Morgan murmur dreamily. The bees and butterflies are absent. The air is sweet with perfume, though some of the flowers have closed with the sun's going. You rise and look at Fergus. He's asleep under the tree where he was watching you from. His breeches are open. One hand cups his now-soft male member, hand and member glistening wetly from an emission of seed.

"Fergus?" you call. "Housemaster?" You step close and touch his shoulder. "Are you alright?"

Fergus doesn't respond to your gentle attempts to wake him up.

You feel a cool gust of wind sweep across you, rustling the grass and flowers. Looking in its direction, you see a figure robed in purple and silver, carrying a staff whose form is blurred with the traceries of magical forces emanating from it and wrapped around it.

"Wake up, wake up!" you tell Fergus in alarm, but he only mumbles and turns his head.

The figure stands across a lawn from you. Silver hair and purple eyes match the robes, and you can now see the lines of a feminine figure within the robes.

"Well, well, and who are you, come to the Garden with Firetail the Foul?" she asks, in a soft, even voice.

"Golondrina Redmoor," you blurt out, before knowing if that was wise.

She smiles and raises her staff. Glitters of magical light sparkle from it.

"Wait!" you say.

You have 5 XP and can choose a character advancement. See SPENDING XP and especially note "Narrate an advancement".