OVERSEER

As I stood before Professor Snape, stripped of my dignity and exposed for all to see, his cold gaze bore into me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. With a voice like ice, he issued his next command, a cruel twist of fate that only served to deepen my humiliation.

"{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}," Snape's voice rang out, cutting through the laughter of the Masters like a whip. "You will fetch yourself another torn pants uniform from your overseer. But remember, you will do so without covering yourself. The walk of shame will serve as a reminder of your place in this society."

With every step I took, the laughter of the Masters followed me like a shadow, their mocking taunts echoing in my ears. I felt their eyes boring into me, dissecting every inch of my exposed flesh with a cruel scrutiny that made my skin crawl.

The walk of shame felt endless, each moment stretching out before me like an eternity of humiliation and degradation. But I dared not falter, dared not show any sign of weakness in the face of their cruelty. For in Dominus society, weakness was a luxury I could ill afford.

Finally, I reached the overseer's quarters, my heart pounding in my chest as I approached the door. With a trembling hand, I knocked, the sound echoing through the empty corridor like a **** knell.

The overseer's response was swift and unforgiving. "Enter, {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}" came the cold command from within, a stark reminder of my lowly status in the eyes of those in power.