On a 6-, Gain a CONSEQUENCE

"W-Wait," you sputter, "let's just talk this out" You look over to your prefect for assistance, and Leontes does the same. Sandevin seems conflicted for a moment, but after a "Come on, man!" from his associate in red, he just sighs and shrugs.

"I'm sorry about this, first-year, I really am, but a tradition's a tradition." He starts walking over to you, and grabs your arm. You struggle a bit, looking to keep yourself covered, but when you shift in the sand to keep covered, the Leontes grabs your other arm and begins pulling you along. At that point all your struggling does is wiggle your semi-erect manhood around for the other first years to look at.

Once they have you at the edge of the water, you struggle a little more, cold water biting into your toes, until you feel the tip of a wand pointed into your back, and suddenly your feet are hovering over the ground. You hear a murmur from some students, some in anticipation, some thinking that the hazing had gone a little too far, but you only hear it for a moment as you hover over the lake. A second later, you drop, the cold water hitting you hard- spots dance in your eyes, you gasp and get a mouthful of water.

Things after that go in a blur, and you catch snippets of conversation-- someone fishing you out, the Minerval scolding the other prefects, a voice telling you you'll be alright as you're carried indoors.

And then, you wake up in the Infirmary.