Prefect Ish. No roommates, but not much of a room.

You make your way from the Infirmary toward House Leontes, Miss Wormwood's snakebites still stinging and throbbing around various parts of your anatomy. Though you've been released with a clean bill of health and a fresh set of immunizations against magical contagions, the first thing you'd actually like is a nap.

At House Leontes, the Tutor details one of the Prefects, Ishtar Stellaris, to get you set up. She's a short, quick-moving young woman with a head of dark curls and a Leontes prefect badge at her shoulder.

"Ish," she introduces herself. "Now, right, Redmoor," she says. "Now we knew you were coming, here are your robes..." She hands you a stack of folded red and gold cloth and looks you up and down. "You ARE tall, they should still fit, I hope. "All right, now down to the laundry shelves." She walks you down the corridor and around the corner. "Sheets here, let's take a pillow and blanket..." The stack of cloth things in your arms grows taller. Between your traveling bag slung over your shoulder and the increasing stack of Leontes things in your hands, you start feeling a little unbalanced. You're strong enough that you could carry it all and Ish too without trouble, but things are starting to get a little slidey.

You manage to not drop anything as you follow Ish up three flights from the ground, down a corridor, and up a narrow stair in the corner. A short hall opens onto a door.

"Your new happy home," Ish says. "No roommates. Headmaster had us set you up by yourself, and, well, this is what we had."

Perhaps "spartan garret" would describe the space. The ceiling is high enough that you won't bump your head, but lower over the bed. There's a chair and a desk and a wardrobe. All the wood furnishings look a little dried up and warped. The bed looks just long enough for you. You feel a little draft around your ankles.

"It won't be too cold, I hope? We could do something about that," Ish says.

"I sleep warm," you say. "It'll be no trouble."

"Right," Ish says. "I heard you bounced right back from the Tarn. You're made of stern stuff, Redmoor."

As you set things down, the prefect goes through some of the particulars of the daily routine, where to find the washroom, meals and so on. Ish also knows a little incantation to have the bedcoverings arrange themselves.

"Oh, and here's a spell you'll want, at least your first few weeks," Ish says. "Watch me, now." She raises her wand. "REVELATIO," she incants.

A skein of threads of variously colored light forms at the tip of her wand and points toward the door.

"Pick the color for what you need and follow it," Ish says. "Washroom, refectory, common room, Tutor, Warden, nearest way out. Oh, ha ha." Ish plucks at a thread that's curled back and is pointing at her. "Nearest prefect."

Ish helps you practice until REVELATIO is doing its thing.

"Just works in the House, really," Ish says. "Outside it points back toward Leontes, or Boarbristle. Might be of some use if you get turned round in the Weirding Woods. But that's off limits for first-years anyway. So that's you sorted for now, Redmoor."

"Thank you, Ish," you say.

She smiles. "Call me Prefect in the halls, you know, all the musty old protocol. But Ish is fine anywhere else." Her eyes look over something in your face, or maybe your head or your neck. "Oh," she says. "I had a question before I go, you don't have to answer it if it's too personal."

"Oh?" you say. You hope it's quick, you really do want to lie down. Between Dorothy's bucking orgasm with your head inside her vagina, and the erotically venomous snakes on Miss Wormwood's head, you're feeling more than wrung out.

Fergus Firetail, Dorothy the Porter, and Miss Wormwood the Nurse are your FRIENDS and each will freely grant one FAVOR.
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You have many snakebites on your breasts, your inner thighs, and one on your navel, and a few on your neck which may give cause for comment.