Go see an enchanter

Andrew figured an enchanter was the best way to go. If she could get her hands on an item that would let her track her dick down herself, then she could not only be less conspicuous but also find it again if this ever happened again.

Fuck, this better not ever happen again... she thought. In the interest of being less overt, she stopped at the school store and bought some sweatpants and a sweatshirt that she changed into, dumping her boy clothes into her bag. Once she was dressed, she made her way to the enchantment department.

She wandered for a bit until she saw a guy about her age. He was a big guy, dark skinned with his hair shaved very short. She could feel a slight fluttering in her chest, seeing his muscles. He was resting a book on his knee with his foot on a table. She approached and cleared her throat. He looked up at her, eyebrows raising.

"Hi! Um, I'm..." she trailed off for a moment, then cleared her throat again. "I'm Andrea. I'm having a bit of a problem and was hoping to get some help from an enchanting student." The guy grinned, and she thought back to what she had said, her face growing warm. "A student in the enchantment course!" she said, sure her face was bright red. "I lost something and was hoping to get an item that could help me find it."

The guy chuckled and closed his book. "I think I can help you with that, Andrea," he said. "My name is Brian by the way."

"That's great," Andrea said. "That you can help, I mean. And that your name is Brian, I guess? Oh my God I'm such an idiot..."

"Relax, it's cool," Brian said. "Now, I hate to be this guy, but I'm in kind of a bind myself. I'm working on one of my major assignments for the year and having some trouble. An item I found and need to identify isn't playing nice. I think it needs to be used on someone for me to get a full idea of how it works."

"Okay..." Andrea said.

"I can't test it on myself in case it does something to my mind or my magic that would keep me from identifying it or removing it. None of my classmates are willing to help out because I'm competition, and my friends are wary because they're wimps. So... if you'd be willing to help me out with this, then I can hook you up with an item to help you find your lost..."

"Item," Andrea said, forcing a smile.

Brian raised an eyebrow, but returned the smile with a shrug. "Sure, you're lost item."

Andrea considered. Exposing herself to some magical item didn't sound super fun, but it would get her the item she needed.