On a MISS, you go off and the Nurse loses her clothes

Miss Wormwood slides into the bed beside you, her cool, sinewy length feeling not so much like a woman as a bundle of tense, thrumming cordage. You think she means to take some pleasure herself, this time. You have no objection, simply a worry. Will she be happy with you?

She strokes you again, her skillful hand working the shaft of your member up and down as the other operates underneath your stones, tickling your root. You'd be sighing, moaning, thanking her, but that your tongue is stopped by her magic. So all again is silence.

When she feels you starting to shift and twitch involuntarily, she sighs into your ear with her cool, dust-and-weed scented breath, and withdraws the lower hand that you can soon tell is attending to herself.

"You'll like this, I'm sure," Miss Wormwood whispers in your ear.

There's a sliding across your skin, then an abrupt strike. A pair of fangs sink into your neck. A stinging pain is followed by a burning tide of venom. Your muscles lock tight, and you gasp soundlessly. Your root clenches, spasms, and propels your salute to Venus through the your shaft till it spurts in a long arc out the tip. Your vision flashes white, there's a swirl and a flutter and a hiss from Miss Wormwood.

⚀⚂ + 2 = 6.

When you come to yourself, Miss Wormwood withdraws her lips with which she was providing artificial respiration. She has a frown upon her face, and once she stands up, you can see why. A few shreds of her gown and apron still cling round her shoulders, but the Nurse is for every practical purpose nude, her clothes stripped to ribbons which festoon everywhere that they could catch or twist.

Her long, sinewy lines are unusual for a woman; indeed, each muscle and tendon is well defined under her pale skin, but definitely feminine in the swell of her hips. Her skin is white and hairless save eyelashes and a hint of brow, and the color accenting her nipples and genital folds is a pale lavender. And well, with waving venomous snakes in place of hair, you suppose her figure is the least unusual thing about her.

Miss Wormwood takes time to examine you, listens to your breathing, dabs a salve on the fang bite upon your neck, and bids you a curt good night. When she sees your silent, fish-gaping reply, she frowns again.

"Ah," she says, and takes up her wand. "Restoratio," she incants.

"Ah," you say.

"Good night, Mister Mothwing-Marshall," she says shortly, and after a beat, points her wand again. "SOMNUS."

When you wake, it's morning.

Where do you go?

• Find out who's in the other Infirmary bed behind the partition.
• Report to House Beavertail, get settled, meet people, perhaps a roommate.
• Jump ahead to a class.
• Get an introduction to the Magical Creatures professor (House Beavertail) or the Enchanted Objects professor (House Minerval).

You have 1 XP, a FAVOR from Miss Wormwood (though it was a close thing after shredding her clothes), and are feeling well rested and ready to start your first proper day.