Encounter Miss Wormwood. On a 7-9, wait, then CONFRONT YOUR ENEMY.

⚂⚂ + 1 = 7

Miss Wormwood surveys you critically. The little tongues of her head-full of snakes flicker, taking in your scent. "Miss Woodbine," she says. "I perceive you have dissipated yourself by choosing fornication over sleep. I have a number of more pressing cases. You may return to your House, or you may stand upon the step and wait for me."

Miss Wormwood indicates a low pedestal.

"I'll wait, Miss Wormwood," you say.

"Very well," she says. When you've stepped up upon the little pedestal, she puts her fingers under your chin, raising your gaze to meet hers. The serpents on her head wave hypnotically. You gaze deep into her eyes. You feel a great cool heaviness settle down upon you. "How do you feel, Miss Woodbine?"

The only answer you can give is to blink your eyes. Everything seems to move very slowly. Even shifting your glance is slower than slow.

Miss Wormwood's thin, pale lips stretch in a smile. "You'll be so good as to wait, then," she says.

You stand statue-like on the pedestal as Miss Wormwood works through her morning cases. Most of them seem to be first-years, suffering some little complaint or another. She administers treatments and doses and advice as you stand there like a caryatid or a coat-rack. After the little complaints comes a parade of first-years taking their immunizations from magical contagion. You watch as each young witch or wizard in turn is made to bend over Miss Wormwood's examination table and bare their buttocks for the dose, administered by the bite of Miss Wormwood's serpents. You feel a flash of jealousy each time Miss Wormwood administers a second bite, seeing the student flinch, then arch with the hot, arousing glow of the aphrodisiac venom. Her first victim is a young man from Draconis. His balls rise and tighten, his member stiffens, and he cries out in orgasm as three of Miss Wormwood's snakes take turns nursing at the tip of his penis. Miss Wormwood gently wipes up any spillage and sends him on his way. A young woman from Beavertail is next to receive Miss Wormwood's special attentions, bucking in a venom-heightened climax, her face deep red verging on purple, croaking feebly through a swollen throat as Miss Wormwood's snakes writhe inside her vagina and anus. This young lady is gently bundled off to rest in one of the Infirmary beds.

You hear your pulse beating in your ears, but all you can do is shift your gaze and watch.

When she has finished, she releases you from suspension and gives you a dose of tonic.

"That should hold you for today, Miss Woodbine. Take care to get better sleep tonight," Miss Wormwood says.

Remove a CONSEQUENCE.

"Thank you, Miss Wormwood," you say, pronouncing the words carefully, tasting each one in your mouth. The tonic lifts your spirits, and you feel ready for the day. Though the scenes of Miss Wormwood indulging herself will no doubt haunt you through the rest of your classes.

Ready for the day, but however, not quite ready to face what you find back at House Minerval.

Pipistrelle Clawson is the Prefect at the House entrance. She grins at having caught you out. She has it out for you personally, after taking the place as a Prefect that you was sure you had in hand.

"A diller, a dollar, Morgan?" she mocks. "What makes you come so soon? You've been missed. How many demerits will that make, eh? Just like a hedge-witch from a family of hedge-witches."

There's a little chirp. Her new familiar, a bat, looks out from under the collar of her cloak.

Your face stiffens into a mask. You bite back a remark about her scandalous behavior with her Leontes boyfriend last term.

"Dear, dear, I think you're in trouble," Pip says.

You have 3 XP.

Fay is your roommate, lover, and FRIEND, and has promised to use a FAVOR to help you get Golondrina into House Minerval. (-2 GOAL vs. Ambition).

Roll +CUNNING (+2) to CONFRONT YOUR ENEMY.