"Help" Comes To You

There is a sudden thump at the door and then, two seconds later, a loud snap as the door forcefully swings open revealing a full-figured, adult brunette in a short sweater dress and griphon skin boots standing behind it with her wand out and glaring sternly at you. It takes you a moment but then you recognize her as Professor Rebecca Dove and, more importantly to your current situation, the Dean of Students.

"We had a reading of unwanted energy leaking out of this room," she says curtly, her eyes momentarily flicking over to where the still exposed Parisa lays on the bed, "and after her roommate failed to gain entry, she got me and I had been knocking for the last thirty seconds!"

"I..." you stammer, "I didn't hear anything."

Granted, you were more than a little distracted at the time but even then you are fairly sure you would have noticed someone trying to get your attention from the outside.

"I'm sure you did not," Professor Dove replies with a disapproving snarl in her voice, "Stand still, boy."

You do as ordered, not wanting to start a confrontation with a teacher as Dove points her wand at you and a beam of blue light shoots out the tip and proceeds to sweep up and down your body. It reminds you of the thin, horizontal "scanning" lasers you would see in Science Fiction movies that were shorthand for full-body examinations. After four passes up and down your body, Professor Dove's expression changes from one of pure anger to one of furious confusion. She walks past you to where Parisa lays on the bed and performs the same scanning action on her before the anger returns full ****.

By this point, Parisa is starting to stir. She groans like someone waking up with a gigantic headache or hangover would and seems momentarily unaware of her surroundings. She sits up, holding a hand to her head and looks up at both you and Professor Dove. There is a momentary pause as her mind slowly takes stock of the current situation and you notice that her eyes have returned to their normal green color once again.

Then Parisa screams and throws her arms over her exposed breasts, looking away from the both of you in shame.

Reflexively, you turn around to not look. As a result, you see that a rather sizable crowd of Pegasus students are starting to gather around in curiosity and you get a sinking feeling in your stomach that yet another rumor about you is going to be spreading all too soon.

Behind you, Professor Dove snaps, "Get dressed. You're coming with me to my office so we can talk about what you've done."

Parisa sounds very confused and on the verge of tears as she whimpers, 'What I... what did I do? Why are you two here?! Why am I t-t-top--"

She breaks down with a **** sob but your blood runs cold as Dove harshly replies, "We will TALK about this in my OFFICE! Understood?!"

All you hear from Parisa is another whimper and the sounds of her getting off the bed to scramble for her wardrobe for a new bra and top. Professor Dove then walks around so that she is standing in front of you, still looking angry but obviously trying to hold back the worst of her temper for the moment. "Go back to your dorm," she says sharply, "Immediately. The headmaster and I will be by later to hear your account of the matter. Say nothing about it to anyone until then. Understood?"

You nod and take your leave, Tara flying up to sit on your shoulder as you depart. The sound of Parisa's continued crying sticks with you and sounds oddly genuine to your ears despite what she just tried to do to you.

Lost in thought as you exit Pegasus House, it takes you a few moments to realize you are being followed and you look over your un-sat upon shoulder to see Artie is walking a few feet behind, having that look of someone trying to decide if they want to say something or not. "O-Oh... h-hello," he says, trying to sound like he was just walking along casually and only noticed it was you now.

"Hey, Artie," you say, "Sorry, but I'm in a bit of a rush so I can't really talk right now."

"P-P-Pro-Professor Dove j-j-just t-t-told you to g-g-g-go back to y-y-y-your dorm," he counters, "I c-c-can walk b-b-ba-back with you i-i-if I w-w-w-want."

You frown, sourly. "You were there for that, huh?"

Artie nods rapidly, making you sigh. "I didn't attack her or try to do anything to her," you say, "Let's just get that clear."

"O-O-Obviously," Artie replies, "The Pr-Pr-Professor would have s-s-s-scanned that and n-n-not l-let you g-g-go if you h-h-h-h-had."

Your frown grows more bitter as you look away from Artie before asking, "Has she... ever done anything like the stuff she's been doing today before?"

Artie squirms and when you look back towards him you see him unconsciously clutching his arm as he asks, "W-W-What d-d-do you m-m-me-mean?"

You bite your lower lip. The Professor said not to talk about the incident but at the same time you cannot help but feel you need more information in general. Given how she was talking about Artie, and presuming she had not been willfully lying about that for some reason, it might be a good idea to probe him to see if maybe she had been telling the truth or if there was something deeper going on here.