On a 7-9, Miss Wormwood makes you wait again.

⚃⚁ + 1 = 7.

"Dear me, Miss Woodbine," the Nurse says. "This is rather getting to be a habit. Though at least you demonstrate variety in your complaints. You may lower your gown."

You let the back of your gown drop, straighten up and turn to look at Miss Wormwood. The green snakes growing from her head are waving back and forth in a rhythm that you imagine must mean amusement. Your buttocks glow with heat and pain.

"If you will just step up to the side, now?" she says.

You mount the little pedestal in the corner of her office. She gazes into your eyes and caresses your chin. Everything feels slow and heavy again. She leans in close.

"Morgan," she whispers. "If you keep coming back, I'll start thinking you want to be my assistant again."

Your mouth works, but no words come out.

"No, don't say anything," she says. She presses her thin lips to yours. You sigh as she kisses you, licks the salt from your face, licks the dried tears from the corners of your eyes, and presses her tongue into your mouth. You whimper as her nimble tongue tip caresses you inside. "Now wait."

Again, you feel like a statue. You watch as Miss Wormwood goes through a perfectly routine set of visits from Boarbristle students of different Houses. Several more immunizations, delivered via snakebite to the bared buttocks of young witches and wizards. Several cases of magical exhaustion and confusion from starting Enchantments class. A couple of tricky reverse Transformations which Miss Wormwood handles with cool confidence. And a poultice for a knee skinned in Broom Polo practice. Though with this last, the young Leontes team member is favored with Miss Wormwood's particular attentions. Bent over the examination table, his prick in her stroking hand, his balls in her mouth, and two of her snakes licking his arsehole. The final stroke comes as the two snakes shift. One strikes at the root of his prick, injecting venom, as the other stiffens and penetrates his arse.

The young man's muscles lock tight. His prick swells and pulses, shooting again and again until he's dry, and still pulsing, twitching and swelling as his climax rolls on and on and on. A faint, strained moan comes out of him.

Miss Wormwood withdraws, stands up, and helps the young man up, half-carrying him to an infirmary bed. "Rest, now," she says.

He lies back, his eyes vaguely looking up at the ceiling, his breaths coming slowly. His prick is still stiff and upright, standing up like a column. Miss Wormwood licks the tip clean of his emissions, stands up and turns to you.

"Now, Morgan, your turn," she says.

She soothes your inflamed buttocks, gives you a jar of salve, some instructions, and a note for the Minerval House Tutor.

Remove a CONSEQUENCE.

"Take care, Morgan," Miss Wormwood says as you go.

You have 3 XP, Fay is your FRIEND and lover, and has promised a FAVOR to help get Golondrina Redmoor transferred to House Minerval (GOAL, -2 on Ambition).

Possibilities:

• Visit Pipistrelle Clawson and get things on a better footing now that she's not your ENEMY.
• Visit Golondrina and get her interested in House Minerval.
• Something else? (Class? Visit Fay?)