New term with Marina, Rebecca, Peter, and Andrew

"A favor, Tutor said." Andrew Saltire sighs. He's much the same as last term, though brighter in mood since his restriction for fornication with Staff was lifted, said staff being Leontes' now-former Warden Barbara Torch, said fornication including the aggravating circumstance of climaxing with his willy up her bum to power one of her spells, and said restriction being a warding charm frustrating his efforts to masturbate for the last part of term. Although you and Marina gave Andrew manual relief -- Marina as a tit-for-tat exchange for each climax on Andrew's tongue, and you in exchange for Andrew's help with magical practice -- Andrew is much more cheerful now that he's able to wank once or twice daily. Otherwise he's still the same stout young man with long brown hair, wearing his kilted variation on the red and gold House Leontes robes.

"Tutor and Acting Warden," Marina Madeline says. "Sharper's a busy man. And it doesn't seem that much?" She speaks in a loud voice with a not-from-around-here accent, stressing words that the others wouldn't. Big in every way, Marina has waves of golden hair, generous curves, and a strong voice and presence. Marina is your suite's other devoted wanker, pleasuring herself morning and evening. You're just happy that her roommate Rebecca Honeybee no longer feels like she has to leave their bedroom when Marina is doing her thing. Before you helped Rebecca adjust, she'd been a bitter little pill sitting in the common area and making the rest of you uncomfortable.

Rebecca Honeybee, for once, seems carefree. She's sitting at the common table, her black hair in its usual braid, her glasses perfectly in place, but her red and gold robes sitting a little unevenly around her shoulders and bosom as she reads from a slim volume entitled Five Myths of Magical Duelling, tracing the lines with one finger and silently mouthing the words, paying the rest of you no mind.

Peter Crisp blinks. The skinny redheaded young man who you'd met wearing a patched Leontes robe still acts like everything is a bit of a surprise to him, still. Though his robe is no longer patched. Since Prefect Ish had given him a little confidence-building personal instruction last term, Peter has been more at ease. You smile, thinking of Ishtar Stellaris. Compact, energetic, cheerful and welcoming, with a faint scent of roses whenever she was near. Contrary to Leontes' usual practices, Prefect Ish was a promiscuous sexual omnivore, her upper-grades status and official role being no reason to be distant or unfriendly to wide-eyed new scholars such as your little group of first-years, rather the contrary. You've had more than one eyes-across-the-room moment with her, more than a couple of passing conversations you had finally realized were flirtations, but somehow nothing has quite happened. You and Prefect Ish have never been not busy at the same time. Except at the beginning of term break, and things had been all topsy-turvy then and it simply hadn't occurred to you. Then again, maybe it's good that the sharp, talented Prefect hasn't been close enough to guess the origin you were concealing.

Crisp and Honeybee, you recall, had been picked by Leontes' Tutor, Preston Sharper. Peter had been sure he was heading for House Beavertail, and Rebecca had been expecting to join House Minerval. Rebecca had been frightened by her first impression, and easily talked into joining House Leontes. Likewise, Sharper had somehow got ahead of Mistress Melonboobs and her happy crew and plucked him into Leontes. Saltire's grandparents had been House Leontes. You'd been sponsored straight into the House by Fergus Firetail, the Housemaster. Marina? You didn't know, but maybe her unusual story of enjoying her dip in the Chilly Tarn, repeated as a show-off lark at the end of term, bespoke a strong constitution. You had emerged shivering from your dip in the Tarn, and you had -- shh! -- draconic fires inside that the others didn't. At least you'd bounced back quickly.

"What do you think, Redmoor?" Peter Crisp asks you. "I mean, you know, about what Sharper wants?"

You have 6 XP.

You have -1 AMBITION, +3 BRAVERY, +1 CUNNING, and +1 DILIGENCE.

Barbara Torch is your ENEMY.

Miss Wormwood the Nurse, Dorothy the Porter and Housemaster Fergus Firetail are your FRIENDS and each will grant one FAVOR. Marina Madeline, Rebecca Honeybee, and Andrew Saltire are also FRIENDS, taking +2 for an ENCOUNTER roll with any of them.

You may spend 5 XP and apply Advancement.

Rolling on the One Page Engine for a Random Event and/or adventure hook.

Plot Hook: d6=4, 2, 4

Escort or deliver to safety, protecting from outlaws (Barbara Torch?), reward by advancing a plot arc.

Random Event: 7 Diamonds, 5 Clubs. Create (Technical) History (Physical) -- the thing to deliver? Or a nod to the Fifth House, maybe an inventory of what's present in the House which reveals the need for the plot hook. "Map the Fifth House in comparison with the historic designs."

Set the Scene: 6 6 1, Things start off as planned, but altered by a detail being enhanced or somehow worse.