Keep your fragment of Tess. Gain MIND MELD and the CURSE Fits of Tessiness.

I love you, Fay, and you're never getting away again. Tess had declared, her soul naked after being magically wracked by the string of climaxes she had inflicted upon herself by casting DONDER upon the throng of thought-forms connected to her, thinking them merely lost spirits, the sad trash of the inbetween spaces. And she had called down magical thunder upon the thought-forms, her partial selves, and thus upon herself. Cracked herself wide open.

And you carry a piece of that hunger. I love you, Fay.

"Sit easy," Morgan says. She brushes back your hair with one hand and contemplates you with the Sight. "Anyroads, this shouldn't be hard."

You bristle inwardly at Morgan leaning in to fix you like this. She means the best, but she's aiming to banish a piece of Tess, and Tess is pulling one way and Dreadful Love Fay is pulling the other way.

"Fay?" she asks.

The Sight. She sees how I'm feeling. Bugger and bother and...

You sigh. "Go on, Morgan," you say. "I'm half one witch and half the other, and I don't want to wake up to this in the mirror, Glamor or no. What would I look like with one eyeglass?"

Tess snickers. "How about you be me and I'll be you, next class meeting?" She plays with her glasses, and they attenuate and shrink, the lenses becoming ghosts of a distant moon upon platinum-blonde wire, a subtle second reflection from her pupils, almost not there at all.

"No thank you, not for class," you tell Tess. "Alright Morgan."

You clutch both selves close to your core, letting Morgan operate on your crazy eye, your ginger flip, your half-Tess face.

It's disorienting and dizzying and you struggle to keep your gorge from rising and spewing acid bile from your mouth, but Morgan is a steady worker and finally you're all of a piece.

"I love your face, Fay," Morgan says. "It's like the full moon, beautiful and round. It looks so serene and distant."

You feel the twinge of a headache. "You know me better than that."

"I do," Morgan says. She stoops and kisses you full upon the lips. "Sleep is the best medicine for you now."

"Sounds like Miss Wormwood," you mumble. Venomous bitch, Morgan's keeper in her first year. "Ask Fay. No. Ask Tess. How's she doing." Your voice trails off and sleep finds you. And dreams.

You have 3 XP.

You have Ambition +2, Bravery -1, Cunning +2, Diligence +0
FRIEND: Morgan, who also owes you a FAVOR.

You have a date to HAVE SEX with Cook.

• Remove your CONSEQUENCE.
• Regain Minerval's MIND MELD Sex Move as an alternate choice to Beavertail's Sex Move ENDURANCE.
• You now have a CURSE (Fits of Tessiness). Whenever you take a CONSEQUENCE, a variant on your Transformation Splash recurs. You might have the same half-Tess, half-Fay face appear, you might have a sudden, distracting mental connection with Tess, you might switch places with her or otherwise manifest Tess-like actions in an inappropriate context. Perhaps a compulsive act of sexual voyeurism, or a desire to use, steal, or deface a particular magical book. Perhaps speaking and acting as if you're in Tess's current circumstances.
• FITS OF TESSINESS (CURSE): When you take a CONSEQUENCE, you have a Fit of Tessiness. Roll +AMBITION using GET OUT OF TROUBLE (or if it's a better match for the situation, +BRAVERY for GET OUT OF DANGER or +CUNNING for CAST A SPELL) and describe how you suppress or endure the irruption of Tess the Transformer into your mental and physical presence.

See RECEIVING A CURSE, LIFTING A CURSE. You're not yet seeking to lift it; if and when you do, seek a GOAL according the the CURSE rules.

Tess declared her love and her intention to have you. You, the one that got away, left behind in Minerval all unknowing of Tess's regard. But at the same time, Tess may have her own broken internal crockery after the escapade with the thought-forms, despite or because of how she reabsorbed them orgasmically into herself, splashing the results onto you. Take care, Fay.

Golondrina's around somewhere. She prompted you and Morgan to engineer her transfer and follow her here to Beavertail. And no doubt she's having her own time adjusting to her new House.

What's next, Fay with Fits of Tessiness?