Headmaster's Office.

You lead April up to the entrance of the main building, a huge Tudor house that was converted some 150 years ago. It is an imposing sight, but one which you are by now quite used to, having gone through adolescence in its shadow. April opens the large oak door and you enter. The building is labyrinthine, but you know exactly where you are going, and it's not too far.

You walk up to a door. 'Mr. Beagle, Headmaster' is written in gold lettering on the door. April looks at you and smiles, knowing what your plans are. She opens the door and you walk in. "Give me a couple of minutes," you say. April nods and waits outside.

You walk in. The room is spacious, but most of this space is filled by the enormous oak desk and leather chair that face the door. On the other side of the desk is another chair, though not as grand as the leather monstrosity that Mr Beagle sits at. The walls are hidden by bookcases, except the wall behind the desk, which has a large window. On a hatstand by the door is an old teachers mortar board, a large gown and a cane, all reminders of past teaching. You take up a seat behind the desk and wait for April to enter.

A knock is heard at the door. "Come in," you shout. April enters and you order her to sit at the desk. "Ah, Miss Henderson. I have been informed that you have been caught pleasuring yourself in the girl's toilets. What do you say to this?"

"It's true, Mr Doe, I'm really sorry."

"You know we take a very dim view of self-pleasure in St. James'."

"Are you going to punish me, sir?"

"I am afraid I have ****. You must be made an example of, or we will end up with an epidemic of students pleasuring themselves, which can affect both the school's reputation and grade averages."

"What will you do to me, sir?"

You smile and sit back on your chair.