GOING BACK TO CLASS

After hours of backbreaking labor in the common hall, my body ached with exhaustion as I made my way back to the overseer's quarters to report on my tasks. Every step felt like a heavy burden, the weight of my nakedness a constant reminder of my lowly status in Dominus society.

As I entered the overseer's chambers, his eyes narrowed with disdain as he assessed my disheveled appearance. "Report on your progress, {if S = 1} Neville Longbottom {elseif S = 2} Percy Weasley {elseif S = 3} Cedric Diggory {elseif S = 4} Colin Creevey {elseif S = 5} Oliver Wood {endif}," he demanded, his voice sharp and unforgiving.

With a heavy heart, I detailed the completion of each task, my words falling on deaf ears as the overseer's gaze bore into me with a mixture of contempt and amusement. But despite my best efforts, it seemed that nothing I did would ever be enough to earn his approval.

With a dismissive wave of his hand, the overseer signaled for me to leave, his laughter echoing in my ears like a cruel taunt. But before I could escape his presence, he called out to me with one final command—a command that filled me with dread and despair.

"Fetch yourself another torn pants uniform, {if S = 1} Neville Longbottom {elseif S = 2} Percy Weasley {elseif S = 3} Cedric Diggory {elseif S = 4} Colin Creevey {elseif S = 5} Oliver Wood {endif}," he sneered, his lips curling into a malicious grin. "But know this—I expect you to return to Professor Snape's class without wearing them. Let your nakedness serve as a reminder of your place in this society."

My heart sank at his words, the weight of his cruelty pressing down on me like a leaden weight. But I knew that I had **** but to obey, for to defy him would only invite further punishment and humiliation.

With a heavy heart, I retrieved the torn pants uniform from the overseer's quarters, the fabric rough against my skin as I clutched it in my trembling hands. But as I made my way back to Professor Snape's class, I knew that I could not bring myself to wear them—not after everything I had endured.

And so, with a sense of resignation weighing heavily on my shoulders, I entered Snape's classroom once more, my nakedness on full display for all to see. The laughter of the Masters filled the air, a cruel reminder of the indignities I had suffered at their hands.