Demand an apology from the Draconis student!

You 'Encounter' the Draconis student. Roll 2d6+1 (Ambition), on a miss, he will seduce and/or humiliate you. Dicerolls will be done with http://catchyourhare.com/diceroller/, password 'boarbristlefran'.

Results = 2, 1 + 1 = 4. Failure.

Hopping up out of the chair so quickly that it topples back onto the carpet behind you, you grab hold of the young man's arm before he can make it more than three steps away from you. "No! Get back here - you wanted my attention, you bastard? You have it! Who are you and what makes you think you can moles- ah - disturb another house's students without consequence?"

He seems most pleased with himself when he turns to give you a glance. Winnie hops up too, starting to hover around behind the Draconis's back to make him feel more closed in (insofar as a couple of hundred pound girls can box in a fellow with twice their bulk). The young man has a thick neck and his baggy uniform still shows some of his powerful upper body. He looks more like a woodsman's boy than a wizard, not quite the sort you'd expect from Draconis. But then, hear to tell, they have tastes for all kinds. Nostrils flaring, he eyes both of you with an almost predatory grin. When he speaks, it comes out as a clipped muttering - one of the local upper crust, no doubt.

"Oh, but haven't you heard? It's tradition to go visit members of the other houses after the first week. Perhaps your housemaster went and forgot to tell you, my beauties."

"That," you shrill, "does not explain why you could not... could not keep your hands to yourself!"

He shrugs and gives a confident grin. "Don't recognize me, do you? My name's Tucker Redmont, I'm in your history class. Don't pay much attention there, do you? Anyway, I was just getting a feel for your handlebars in case we're ever partnered on an assignment." Winnie gasps and harumphs. "The...?" you blink, not quite understanding what he's getting at.

"Ahh, mm, quite." he nods. "Like on a bicycle, you see? My housemates said there were a few new students in Leontes and Beavertail with that style, and it gives us a chance to practice a rare technique, y'see - pulling a girl's hair with both hands while getting her from behind. With the 'handlebars', no chance of patches getting yanked out. Was that about right? Or a little too hard?"

Winnie is getting excited, looking back and forth between you. "Berthold you nancy! Go on and get up here and defend your housemate's honor, won't you? Did you hear what he said? And where did Gil go?" despite her tone of indignation, her wide grin betrayed that her real motivation was to see things escalate for her own amusement.

You don't care. "You fuc- mmmmfff.." you bite your tongue a moment to compose your words better. "I.. cannot imagine that you had anything else in mind aside from PISSING me off! Did you come here solely to get yourself bloodied and thrown out?!"

Tucker shakes his head. "Hah, my but you talk queer, girl! Well, you're wrong to boot. See, we're not apt to be respected in our house until we've had a certain number of.. experiences? Now, hah, the upper classmen aren't exactly prudes or wallflowers but they aren't in the business of charity, either - won't give us the time of day. And it's often wiser for us first years to stay at the distance of friends with at least a few of our peers. A refuge from the drama life here brings. So, a few uptight Leontes make perfect practice before we move on to the tournament of real relationships, hah. You just came in, miss - you wouldn't have seen the Draconis girls come through here with complementary coffee an hour ago and leave with a score of fresh faced Leontes draped all over them. I wouldn't be surprised if most of your first year boys were worn out to the point of falling asleep by the time that little feast of yours rolls around tonight."

"Wait," Berthold says, perking up. "You mean there's both-ways-swinging, short-skirt wearing Draconis tarts cruising our halls looking to drag off any man of Leontes they find? Shite. Gil had the right idea after all. He's probably got his hands up her skirt by now."

Your ears redden, and you take a challenging step towards Tucker. "You certainly are fond of repeating whatever advice the filthy creeps you call your idols give you. I am curious however - did they not tell you that bragging like this could have consequences? Are you prepared to defend your house's honor with real action?" Your hand starts going towards your wand, which evokes a momentary look of fear from Tucker - he didn't seem to expect such a reaction. However, he quickly recomposes himself.

"Well. I suppose I can't blame you for that." He looks a little nervous but keeps smiling, bringing up a hand and stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Quite a small, cheeky bird you are, Fran; I'd have to go easy on you, of course. But there's plenty of unused storerooms, custodian's closets and out of the way halls where we can settle things... to your satisfaction." he adds a lewd wink to that one.

You give a little gulp. Your next boasting, your demands that he choose the manner of duel die in your throat. Something about his crudeness... makes you want to be alone with him, if only to see what would happen. He wouldn't really have the nerve to try and do anything fresh to you after such an insult, would he? His shame might know no bounds... an odd tingling makes itself known somewhere in the vicinity of your hips, and your stomach tightens nervously. A little voice in your mind starts telling you that you don't have to duel him, as much of a jerk as he is, he clearly has an interest in you, even if it's the crudest kind.

"G-good!" you squeak out, giving a toss of your head to the door. "Any storeroom will serve our purposes fine! I hope you're ready to.. to fight!" you say. "Lead the way."

Winnie raises an eyebrow and gives you an uncertain look as the brawny young man leads you away. "Umm... Good luck, Franziska! Dun get caught somewhere you aren't supposed to be doing that! Wizard dueling, that is!"

You now stand alone with Tucker in a dusty, mothballed classroom full of alchemical equipment that won't be used for several months yet. It is dead silent, except for your breathing. "Look," he says, casually leaning against a desk. "I was just putting on a show earlier. Trying to get in with the others... you saw that Draconian girl watching the proceedings from behind the bookshelves, right? I'm sorry for saying what I did, about, hah, handlebars and all that. Can't we part on friendly terms? I'd hate to have such a noble, spirited young lady really mad at me."

He's smooth. And here, away from the gazes of your new peers, you can't make yourself want to fight him. You want to... put your hands on his chest. Feel his arm on your shoulder. And perhaps more. But even at this libertine school, getting into such entanglements with a member of another house would be frowned on by the warden, and Housemaster Fergus. For that matter, Headmistress Porcinilla would reprimand Tucker too, at least in public.

You put on a brave face and grin at Tucker. "Really? That is what you are going with. hmm? No line about how the wand you'd rather duel me with is your tiny prick?" you ask sardonically.

He laughs at that, his clenched jaw loosening into a toothy grin. "Oh! Bollocks... Hah, that's a good one. You've got real fire in you, Fran.. you'll go far in Leontes. Especially if I say you beat me in a duel and nothing more. Of course, we'd have to be in here a good long time to make that believable... No implications! I'm just saying, heh."

Tucker looked at the blushing blonde foreign student staring up at him with determination in her blue eyes. This was going better than he'd hoped. He'd originally planned to lock her in the storeroom naked once he got her to undress, then get her in for detention with an anonymous tip to a professor - or, get her to throw the first spell, do some damage, and then back out and let her take the blame. But this petite little slice of bitch wasn't as plain or uninteresting as he'd first thought. Houses be damned, he told himself; no self-respecting man could engage in childish pranks when his instincts told him he was no more than five minutes from having this little cutie on her knees and sucking him off, with more to come after that...

Since you've had a MISS in ENCOUNTERING Tucker, you may narrate a scene where he takes advantage of you (no roll, any complications at your option), or escalate your grievance (have a MAGIC DUEL: roll +Cunning to resolve), or persist in pressing your advantage (try an ENCOUNTER again with a -1 penalty: roll +AMBITION - 1 to get something you want out of him).

Some options:

• Narrate a scene where Tucker takes advantage of you. Add any complications you wish.
• ENCOUNTER Tucker again (+AMBITION -1, aiming at HAVE SEX)
• Challenge Tucker to a MAGIC DUEL (+CUNNING).
• Leave in a huff and seek some other amusement or distraction (narrate a scene, possibly followed by a Move).