You pass it along to someone else. Cross off the GOAL. Owe your helper a favor (a new GOAL).

⚄⚀ +1 - 2 = 5, miss.

Gain a new GOAL (minor, ambition): Pay back Bertie for taking over the riskiest part of the preparations.

Not one but two of the sportsmen brusquely says that he "hasn't any time for bitches 'round tourney time", making you think that this is a mantra that their coach has specifically drilled into them.

Some part of you always knew that someday, you were going to be creeping into a locked storeroom at night with a friend of yours and stealing a caged satyr to impersonate a foreign exchange student at an orgy. Well, not that specifically. But you'd always been willing to go to somewhat crazy lengths before backing down. Berthold had somehow convinced the professor to leave the door entirely unlocked and so the two of you were able to make off with the exotic creature with a minimum of fuss.

You never got to see it - Bertie did all of the talking, because as he said, it wasn't safe for a straight female to interact with one much. But he did say that, with the promise of a nubile virgin willing to throw herself at his feet, the fae demon would be willing to impersonate Fabian for a night. Although you weren't 100% sure about Kinzie's virginity (she was a bit shy, but also wanton, and most witches and wizards went to little rural mixed-gender primary schools before Boarbristle and thus weren't cherry by the time they got here),Hopefully the creature would be able to make her squeal like one anyway.

Kinzie was ecstatic when you promised that Fabian would be there and his sister would not. She had a spell that she said would allow you to make an entire garden of flowers sprout from nowhere and grant good health, hardiness, and luck in love to anyone who picked one. This was going to be your night. You were going to be a queen.

And when you find another blood-soaked sackcloth hung outside your door with the lower half of some small butchered mammal in it, you don't even bother to deal with it yourself, just inform the cleaning staff. Hopefully, after seeing you brush it off a second time, whoever is pulling these childish pranks will realize it isn't scaring you and cut it out for good.

You're so excited you can hardly stand it. The guests, the provisions, the chaperone, the special spell, and your schoolwork... you are fairly sure, the day before the event, that there is nothing you're forgetting. Though you've been here a fair number of weeks now, it isn't until tomorrow that you will have been truly, properly welcomed to Boarbristle...