A study cell, for an assignation with Augustus

"Come, Fledermaus, to the Study Cells," you say. Fledermaus replies with an excited chitter. You carry a bag with scrolls, paper, and writing material with you, but it is merely to dissemble your true purpose.

Fiammetta Hawk, the house Tutor, inclines her flaming-red head to you as you pass by her office. "Good day, Miss Clawson," she greets you.

"Good day, Mistress Hawk!" you call, unable to keep the joyous anticipation out of your voice.

"Do have a good study session, dear," Mistress Hawk says.

"I shall, I shall," you say.

"What is it this time?" she asks.

"Evocation of the Guardian," you say.

"A bracing subject, to be sure," Mistress Hawk says. "Carry on."

You work your way into the quiet cellars of House Minerval. Your Prefect's key opens the door to the Study Cells and lets you into the box containing the individual cells' keys. Taking the key for the furthest Study Cell, you open the dark little chamber.

Your wand held high, you intone, "Fiat Lux." A soft glow suffuses the Study Cell. You enter and secure the door. The soothing routine of magical preparation absorbs you. You banish stray energy from the space, then circle round about, drawing a strong protective circle in which to do your work.

"Fledermaus, my dearest darling," you say, drawing him from under your cloak. "I must have you." He chitters happily. You place him on the sturdy working table. "Attend, a moment only."

You disrobe, happily naked before your lover. One more detail remains. You raise your wand toward Fledermaus, feeling the power thrumming through your nerves, and take a breath to steady yourself.

"Metamorpho!" you cry.