Seela Carter and the Little Deaths of Baeladees (Part 1) [MF][FF][ENF][Exh][Fantasy][HP Wizards]

[Editor’s Note: This is a piece I wrote on commission, but was abandoned by the original requester after one round due to it being non-canon HP fiction. I was clear that I wouldn’t write about characters I grew up with banging each other (I have *some* scruples), but it is what it is. I offer it to you all, gratis.]

**Seela Carter and the Little Deaths of Baeladees (Part 1)**

Here I was a First-Year—in university, this time—but a First-Year nonetheless. Magical university, I would learn, was nothing like and *exactly* like magical grade schooling, all the hassles, the fun, the trouble, but maybe the stakes were higher, this was my future, after all. Much in the sense that I wasn’t good enough to get into Hogwarts, I also wasn’t good enough to get into the university-level version of it—a university so elite, it’s not even possible to utter its name unless you attend or graduated from it. So, I went to Burrlumps through my Eighth Year, and now I was in northern Scotland at Baeladees.

Baeladees wasn’t terrible, but as the muggles would say, if you can’t go to Harvard, Princeton would have to do. I’m not sure Baeladees was even quite equal in *that* respect, but it was, well, *respectable*. Baeladees fit the norm of most other magical schools I’d seen or visited. It had its requisite castle grounds, mysterious forest, small town nearby that solely catered to the magical folk (and took advantage of with inflated prices), and even a lake (technically loch) with the appropriate denizens and monsters. Houses weren’t a thing, though. They had dorms, named after cardinal directions, but all that “house points” bullshit went out the window once you were no longer a minor. I felt I wasn’t gonig to miss it, but my mother said it was often more intense, dorm rivalries, than a run for the House Cup, but never explained more. She’d attended a university in Wales, but it no longer existed…like, literally erased from existence. My mother couldn’t even remember the name, but could talk about all her professors, classes, and such with easy recall. Magic could be weird. Magical accidents even weirder.

It would have helped me out in my first couple of weeks if she’d been more forthcoming about her experiences, but my mum was never one to talk about sex. She’d spent most of her youth in America, my grandfather a retired member of Wizarding Foreign Service, and she’d picked up much of the Americans’ approach to all things carnal—keep it behind closed door and admit to nothing beyond kissing and pregnancy. So, with my mixed up mother, I got a mixed up view of the world, some oddly placed Americanisms in my speech, and a possibly lees-than-careful approach to sex.

Wizard law, since we were all now adults, kept us in line, rather than house points. That didn’t mean stuff didn’t go down at university—it did—and often worse than what most would imagine, but wizard laws also turned a bit of a blind eye to anything that wasn’t one of the “forbidden curses”, with the assumption that if you were tricked or fooled by sorcery, then you were just a shite wizard. Everyone got tricked, fooled, flim-flammed, bamboozled, you name it, but that was part of the education in many of the instructors’ eyes. I was no exception.

My first day at Baeladees, I was given a tour along with about thirty others. The entire first year class was about 200 people, so there were a lot of tours going on at once, though all of them were thoroughly boring. About midway through mine, I saw an arm waving me over from behind a wall hanging. Since the professor was droning on about the history of Scotland, about which, being from London, I could give two figs, I took a few steps over to the arm.

“Is there a problem?” I peeked behind the hanging, and the arm beckoned me behind. Another two steps and I was standing next to a legend. “Aren’t you Harry P—.”

“Shh!” He said, pushing up his glasses. We all knew his picture from the papers, and he’d only just left Hogwarts a couple years earlier. “Don’t say my name out loud. I’m on a mission for the ministry, and I’ve been cursed.”

“What?!”

“I can’t apparate out of here with the information the Ministry needs, until…”

“Until what?” I asked.

“Until,” he fished in his robes and pulled out an impressive cock, “some stranger willingly gives me a wank.”

“You’re mad!”

“Think about it,” he said in hushed tones, “what better curse? I look like a fool, and who would honestly be willing to help me? I’ve been trapped behind this wall hanging for almost twelve hours.”

“Why don’t you just walk out?”

“I can’t put my…my penis…away. All part of the curse.” He frowned. “It also starts singing ribald drinking songs if more than two people see it.” I stifled a laughed. “See! You see my dilemma!”

“So, you want me to…?” I made a gesture.

“It should only take a few minutes, and you’d be helping the Ministry.”

“And this isn’t some sort of thing…how you get your rocks off, now?” I squinted at him.

“By my honor, I will pop out of here as soon as you’re done.”

“Very well, it’s not as I haven’t done this before for less dire circumstances.” I said, taking his cock in my hand.

“Oddly enough, Ginny said the same the first time we…ah, but never mind. That’s good…oh yes, you’re a right whore, aren’t you?”

“Excuse me!” I stopped.

“It’s part of the curse, you slut. As long as you are touching my throbbing wand, I can’t help my fucking mouth.”

“Devious.” I said, resuming my efforts. He got hard quickly, calling every name in the book and then some, and I felt he was getting close. “You’ll tell me when you’re about to…?”

“I have to come on you, you Griffin-fucking harridan.” He gasped. “I’m sorry, you slut, but if I had said that right off, you probably wouldn’t have started, even though you’re a big fucking whore who has probably eaten more cock than chocolate frogs.”

“You are seriously mental.” I kept stroking him, though. “There are no further provisions. Just ‘on me’ or what?”

“You’re skin, just your pale slatternly skin.” He started coming, his head lolling back, and I caught most of it my hand. A few drops falling on my shoes. “Oh yes, fuck yes, the curse is lifted.” He whispered.

“You’re sure?” I asked.

“Absolutely, I can freely apparate now.”

“Fantastic.” I said, reaching forward and smearing his come down the front of his robe.

“Hey, what the bloody—.”

“Your fucking Polyjuice potion started wearing off as you came, you arse.”

“Aye,” his accent changed, distinctly Scottish, “well, bad timing is all, yeah? Still, I got my wand polished. Enjoy the rest of yer tour, Freshy.” I started uttering a curse to make him shit himself, but he popped out of existence with a grin.

“Ugh…Harry…I am such a fool.” I muttered, stepping out from behind the wall hanging to find my cohort still listening to the history of Scotland. So yeah, that was the start of my first day at Baeladees, and this was before people starting dying, but I still don’t give a shite about Scotland.

Three hours later, after a thorough hand-washing, a robust lunch served by house elves (Baeladee was most decidedly not a progressive university), I found my way to first year dorms, coed and surprisingly spartan. My room had two beds, a window (with no glass), two ever-burning torches, and a few ever-burning candelabras. It was light enough, but the magical candle smoke was a little cloying. I chose the bed farthest from the door and stowed my few belonging in the trunk at the foot of my bed, uttering a locking spell thereafter.

“That will never do.” A girl said from the doorway, walking in and tossing several bags on the bed.

“Excuse me?”

“Meredith Merrill Marsters.” She held out her hand. “Of the London Marsters.” She added, though it meant nothing to be. I took her hand and politely shook it. She was nearly a head taller than me, and looked, for lack of a better term, noble bred. She had loose blonde curls that were bound in a carefully ‘casual’ bun framing her smiling face, pert nose, and full mouth. You could put her in Victorian garb, or earlier, and she would look just like many of the portraits lining the halls of Baeladees.

“I’m from London as well.”

“Which family?”

“My name is Seela Carter. We’re not a *family*-family, though my line has been wizards for several generations, that we know of.” I added.
“Indeed.” She smirked. “Don’t think me too posh, then, but I’m pleasantly surprised my father didn’t pull favors to get in me in with one of the Wexby twins. I was expecting, well, someone more refined.”

“I’m well aware to kick the cow dung off my Wellies before entering the room.” I muttered.

“Ha! Quite. No, you misunderstand. My father is often rather controlling of my associates. That said, I think we’ll get along famously! My friends will be quite jealous that I might be getting an education from university as well as a, well, *common* wizard. As for the dung, the same does not apply to semen, it seems.” She glanced down at my shoes. The were spots on the shiny black leather, but it could have been anything. “Erosmancy,” she said lightly, “my specialty, the specialty of most of the women in my family line. I can feel the energy from fresh, well, *residue*, and,” she sniffed the air, “you gave someone a lusty wristy, did you not?”

“Um, well, I….I was tricked, and…” I was making myself sound stupid. Or stupider.

“Harry, or Neville, or Ron?”

“What?” I asked.

“Which one was it who tricked you? It’s all the rage right now. Since their activities hit the news years ago, there’s been dozens of wizards attempting to capitalize on their fame. Someone came up with the bright idea of casting a spell to collect all the hair of the famous parties, brew up Polyjuice, and sell it on the underground goblin market. I had a Neville approach me on vacation in the Canary Islands. I knew it wasn’t really him right off, but I was on vacation—and already naked.”

“Why were you—.”

“The beaches of Spain, my dear? Have you never been? Quite liberating. I may start a private au natural swim club here, should I have my way.”
“And you,” I made the gesture, “with the faux Neville?”

“Oh, no! How mundane! I let him have his full way with me. Faux or no, he was quite talented, and I do so enjoy being taken from behind, though honestly, I wouldn’t have minded a Hermione or Luna to join us.” She looked off into thought. I blushed.

“You did this on a beach.” I said flatly.

“A muggle beach,” she smiled, “though I did cast a spell to have everyone ignore us during the act.” She went to her bag and pulled out a small kit before walking over and kneeling at my feet. “May I clean that up?” She asked. I shrugged, but she took out a little scraping took and a small vial, placing the dried semen into the vial when she was done. “I take you as a Harry girl. It was a Harry, yes?” I nodded. “I will label this vial ‘Nary a Potter’, and we may get revenge yet, track the bugger down, does that suit you?” She asked, standing.

“I suppose.”

“Splendid. See? I told you we get on famously!” She put her kit away and placed all of her bags into the footlocker. At first, I thought they wouldn’t fit, but of course the lockers were expanded pocket dimensions. We had no closets, after all. “Now, watch and learn.” She said a standard locking incantation, then an alarming spell, and then something I didn’t recognize. “A mild curse of my own invention. If someone attempts to break into the footlocker, the alarm will go off, distracting in its own right, but the follow-on curse makes them exceptionally aroused to the point of needing to masturbate repeatedly.” She winked. “For twenty-four hours.”

“In our room, though?”

“Oh, they still have control of the rest of their body, so they’ll like make a hasty retreat, though they will likely be rubbed raw by the time the curse is done. May I offer you the same protection? Your locking spell keys the alarm and curse to you, so no need to worry.” I nodded, and she cast her spells on my locker as well. “Now that I am settled, I believe it’s time for a bath. *Exvestimenti*!” She snapped, and she stood naked before me. She was evenly pale, not a tanline on her, her small breasts pink-tipped, and—I did a double-take, her light blonde bush styled into the shape of a lightning bolt.

“Is that—?”

“Oh, I enjoyed Neville, of course, but I’m a Harry fan at heart. Well, perhaps *heart* is the wrong location.” She laughed, running her fingers over the carefully trimmed design. “Care to join me in the baths?”

“I suppose I could use a—.” Before I could finish, she spelled my clothes off. “Hey!” I said, putting an arm over my breasts and my hand in front of my crotch.

“Oh, were you going to say no?” She asked.

“No, but I would’ve undressed in the bathroom.”

“We’re going to see each other in the nude, Seela. We’re roommates!”

“Yes, probably, but…”

“But nothing. Lower your hands.”

“What?”

“Do it, Seela, lower them. Let me see you.” I don’t know why, but I did it. I was a shy girl, not about sex, per se, but I was never an exhibitionist. Still, I lowered my hands for Meredith. “There we are. You are just as lovely as I am, and I adore your dusky skin, those tight, tan, oval nipples, full breasts…and your pudenda is lovely as well, the dark curls just a shade richer than what’s on your head. Turn for me.” I did as she asked.

“Are you always so *descriptive*?”

“I want you to know I am paying attention to your details, not just blindly complimenting you. I don’t *just* like that you have a trim little triangle of hair between you legs, but that you wax the fun bits, my dear.” I blushed again, moving my hand in front of my waist, even though she couldn’t see. “Tight little bum, too, and a cute little wine stain on the left cheek.” She poked my birthmark with her finger, making me jolt. “You want me to make it a lightning bolt?” I shook my head, turning back around to face her. “Oh, we will get on famously. Famously!” She put her arms around me, kissing me on the cheek. It was all very friendly, other than the fact that we were both naked. “Let’s pop to the bathrooms. I already know the way, so you need only hold my hand.” She let go of me and held out her hand. Popping was slang for apparating, though I tended to avoid slang. My father always stressed that accuracy was important in magic, something he claimed the Americans never took to heart.

I took her hand, and with a, well, pop, we were in the women’s bathrooms likely down at the end of the hall, though I hadn’t been there yet. A few dressed and undressed girls looked in the direction of the sound, but then went back to what they were doing. The bathroom was immense, black and white tiled, and offered a couple dozen shower stalls as well several bathing pools of varying temperature, based on the signage. Not everyone was there for bathing, but there were half a dozen women scattered throughout the pools. “Well, this is a little smaller than my former school, but quite cozy.” Meredith led me by the hand to one of the empty pool just above body temperature. It was steaming lightly, and we stepped down the tiled stairs into the pool, sitting up to our necks in the warm water.

“I don’t normally take baths.” I offered.

“This is solely to relax, dear Seela. Are you not relaxing?”

“It’s very, um, nice, but I don’t normally put myself on display like this, and…”

“You are overthinking things. I admit, my views are skewed a bit as an Eromancer, but a little flesh, and the pleasures that come with it, these are things to be celebrated. Your taught little body will last you a few more decades without magical intervention, and then what? You’ll miss these days, I have no doubt.” Before I could stop her, she took up one of my feet and started massaging it. “Oh, a lot of tension here.” She laughed. “Your feet don’t enjoy being ejaculated upon, no doubt.” She moved her thumbs expertly, and my body quivered a bit. It felt wonderful. And then it felt very *specifically* wonderful. I clenched my thighs together.

“Meredith, I think…mmm…I think that’s enough, uhh, with the foot massage.” I said.

“But I haven’t even started doing *this*…” She shifted her thumbs and jolt of pleasure course through my lower half.

“Ahh.” I let out my breath.

“Indeed.” She did it again, and I was gripping the tiled bench beneath me.

“Oh, please…” I hissed, “Meredith, oh, fuck…oh, mmm, oh…” I yanked my foot free and glared at her. “Enough with the spells!”

“It was *just* a massage, Seela…I can show you how to—.” She reached for my leg again.

“No!” I lowered my voice as some of the other girls were looking in our direction. “That was not *just* a massage. I was about to…I was getting close to…”

“Coming? Yes, that was the point. My family skills aren’t just with spellwork. We know lost tantric arts, subtle elements of massage like I just demonstrated, and many other points pleasure and such. Is it that you rather it not be me, or…?”

“Maybe not so public, for one? My first night at university, and you want me howling like a banshee in the pools.”

“Do you *really* howl?” She smirked.

“That is *not* the point, and you know it.”

“*You* may believe that’s not relevant, but as you wish, Seela. I swear I will not bring you to the peaks of pleasure without future consent.”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing more of your peaks of pleasure, lass.” I jolted as ghost in the form of a university student floated into our view. “Either one of you is fine, or both, though I’ve no doubt you’ve lovely arses as well.” I sunk low in the water as the ghostly young man floated above us. He looked slightly wet, sodden, his ethereal clothes clinging to him, and then I saw his erection tenting his breeches. “Ah, so you’ve seen the glory, have you?” He pulled his ghostly cock from his pants. “Would either of you care a closer look?”

“A pervert ghost?” Meredith laughed. “This school is wonderful!”

“Just show him your tits.” A voice called out from behind us. “He goes away once he sees some tits.” I watched as a naked redhead approached our pool. Her heavy breasts bobbed as she walked, and she had a curly reddish bush between her legs, just barely safe for a bikini. She squatted down next to our pool, and I turned my head from the sight of her fully exposed sex. “All of these fuckers are caught on a loop. Meechum here drowned a few hundred years ago when trying to spy some virginal cunny from the old water basins.” She pointed to an empty space above the showers. “He haunts the West Dorm with perpetual blue balls. Show him your tits or he’ll continue to pester you.” Meechum floated there, ignoring her and casually stroking his ethereal cock.

“But he’s seeing yours?” I said.

“He’s not seeing *me* at all.” She said, grabbing her breasts and shaking them in his direction. The ghost didn’t shift his gaze from me and my roommate.

“Will he come, eventually?” Meredith asked.

“Seriously?” The redhead looked at Meredith. “I don’t want to find out, but he’ll follow you for hours, wanking the way.”

“Very well,” Meredith said, sitting up straight so that her breasts were free of the water, “Mr. Meechum, is this what you were looking for?” She caressed her breasts and briefly teased at the nipples, bringing them to tiny pink points.

“Oh, lovely, ever so lovely, oh yes…” The ghost was muttering to himself and stroking himself more furiously. He floated up to where the catch basins used to be and disappeared through the wall.

“He won’t be back until summoned again.” The redhead said. She sat down at the edge of the pool, her feet dangling in the water. I was a little overwhelmed by the girl’s lack of shame, and her bush was just…there…in my line of sight. Of course, Meredith, in the short time I’d known her, was oblivious to my discomfort.

“That’s a lovely thatch of hair you have there.” She reached and ran her fingers over the tuft of red curls peeking from the girl’s thighs.

“Whoa there, blondie,” she batted her hand away, “we haven’t even introduced ourselves, and I don’t let anyone near my fanny until they’ve at least licked my nips, yeah?” She held out her hand. “Kelsey,” she offered, “I’m one of the residence assistants for West Dorm, a Year Two.” She added. “Do you mind if I get in the pool? I was heading to shower when Meechum appeared, and I’m getting cold.” Meredith nodded and Kelsey slid down between us, but not before uttering, “*Muffliato*.” She glanced around. “There, now no one will hear what I have to say next.” She still spoke more softly. “No one really cares what goes on in here, but Meechum doesn’t show up unless someone’s nice and bothered. Do you understand?”
“Umm…” I muttered, hoping the steam would hide my blush.

“I don’t care which of you was fingering who, but there are better times and places than mid-afternoon on the first day of First Year orientation. The library, the tower rooms, some of the old pocket dimensions, the far pools,” she pointed across the room, “any time after eight in the evening and before seven in the morning when the privacy guard is active…my point is, you two can eat each other out on the benches in here after midnight and nobody but Meechum will probably notice, but now, like, *right* now? Well, girls will talk, right?”

“Noted, Miss Kelsey, noted.” Meredith said. Kelsey stood on the bench, lifting one leg up to the rim, her thighs spread wide. Water poured from her bush, and her pussy—it was all I was seeing—was split to the pink.

“Enjoy the rest of your bath, ladies.” She said, heaving herself out of the pool, and giving us a full rear view in the process, faint red hair trailing nearly to her ass.

“My, but she is…what’s the muggle word? Street! She’s very street.” Meredith declared before sinking back up to her neck in the water. “I do so look forward to plunging my tongue into the red quim of hers.” My eyes widened. “Do you see the way she thrust it at us. My word! I would have taken her right her and now if it weren’t for her admonishment—or that look on your face.”

“Are you, um, a lesbian?” I asked. It sounded stupid even as it came out of my mouth.

“Oh, no! How silly! *Just* women? What a waste that would be. I haven’t even resigned myself to just *humans*, though I’ll admit to not having much experience among the other magical beings—father doesn’t approve—though I have heard stories about centaurs from my cousins…” She trailed off.

“Meredith, look, I think we actually, oddly enough, seem to get along, but what you were doing to my feet, what it was doing to my—to me—can you maybe ask first, in the future?”

“Of course, Seela, of course. Did you not enjoy it, though?” She asked.

“I think the arrival of the ghost proved I was enjoying it, but still, just ask, okay?” She nodded. “I think I’m starting to prune, so I was probably going to go back to the room. I was planning on going to dinner at six if you’re interested?”

“Certainly, I’ll join you, but I think I may stay here a little while longer, visit the far pools where those two other girls are bathing right now. At least one of them was eying me when I was showing off my…peaks of pleasure.” She giggled, looking across the room to what were the hottest pools, both bubbling like a hot tub and steaming to the point that you could barely make out that there were people in it. I watched Meredith slide out of our pool and pad her way across the room, smiling and greeting the other girls and joining them in a matter of moments. I waded to the stairs of my pool and stepped out, realizing my predicament immediately, that I was naked, without a towel, or my wand.

“*Accio*!” I snapped, holding out my hand and waiting. I minute later, my wand flew into the room and into my outstretched palm. “*Ventus Calda*,” I muttered, and my wand started shooting out a cone of warm wind which I used to dry myself off most of the way. My clothes were in a pile in my room, and my towels and such were locked away in my trunk. I could have probably accio’d my shirt and pants, at least, but I certainly wasn’t going to have my bra and panties flying down the hall on the first day. It dawned on me that there was an easier solution. I could just walk back to my room, since it wasn’t more than few dozen paces. I walked over to one of the large, full-body mirrors, frowning at seeing myself so…naked, but I cast another spell. “*Evanesco*.” My image flickered like a dying lightbulb, and was gone. I only had five minutes before the spell would wear off, but that was plenty of time to get back to my room.

It wasn’t the first time I had done this, wandered around naked in the hallways of school. It was an Eighth-Year tradition at Burrlumps to make your way from the library to the lake, and back to the dorms after finals without a stitch on, which meant casting numerous spells, repeatedly, to avoid getting caught or spotted. To be fair, some of my classmates, boys and girls, enjoyed getting caught, but it really wasn’t how the game was to be played.

The change in temperature was stark stepping out of the bathroom, and the stone floors were cold on my feet. There were other people in the halls, guys and girls, and I moved carefully, sticking close to wall, but seeing my room was actually fairly far down the hall, I picked up my pace. Half way there, a guy stepped directly in my path and grinned.

“You should have dried off your feet, Freshy, you left a trail…” He held up his wand. “*Revelio!*” He barked, and everyone looked in my direction as I burst into existence. “Very nice. There’s some First-Year talent this year.” He looked me up and down. I was frozen in surprise, taking two beats to recover, before putting an arm over my breasts and a hand in front of my pussy. “A robe really would work better, miss…?”

“*Evanesco!*” People were laughing as I disappeared again. I attempted to slip by him, but he grabbed my arm.

“Uhn-uhn. You’re not going anywhere until we are formally introduced. *Revelio!*” I popped back into view. “I am Jameson Montebanc, the residence assistant for the West Dorm’s male side.” He held out his hand. “The proper thing is to shake my hand and greet me with your own introduction, miss, or are manners not an issue where you are from?”

“I am *naked*.” I hissed. “Let me go.”

“I really do need a name.” He smirked. “Otherwise, how do I know you’re even a student here?”

“Let her go, Jimmy.” His smirk turned to a frown, and I looked over my shoulder, past the small crowd staring at my naked ass, and saw Kelsey standing in the hall, naked, and dripping wet. She pushed through the crowd, her large breasts bouncing as she moved in our direction. “You’re harassing one of my girls, just to get your jollies, and this,” she poked him in the chest with her wand, “does not,” she pushed me off to the side where I backed against the wall and kept myself covered, “make me happy.”

“Well, normally I’d be thrilled about seeing two naked girls in one night, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to get that sight or your sopping red bush out of my mind.” He laughed and some others tittered.

“It’s not my problem you like them prepubescent, you sniveling little fuck. Touch one of my girls again and I’ll—.”

“You’ll what?” He shoved her hard, and Kelsey stumbled back. “You sit on my face? Suffocate me with those ginger pubes?”

“I’m warning you, Jimmy.”

“My name, you muggle-born twat, is Jameson!” He whipped out his wand and snarled, “*Tergeo Capillum!*” Kelsey fell back on her ass with a wet smack, and she looked stunned for a moment, before people started laughing. She was bare between her legs except for a pinky-wide landing strip running a hands-with up from her pussy. She blushed deeply. “There, now maybe one of *your* girls will actually willing go down on you…” He was playing up to the crowd, and they were loving it, laughing riotously. I stepped from the wall behind him and pointed my wand. The crowd went silent, and Jameson turned, just as I uttered my spell right into his face.

“*Engorgio*! *Eructo Coles Decima*!” Nothing happened for a moment.

“What do you think you’re doing, girl?” He said. “Would you like a haircut, too?” He lowered his wand, and then, froze. “What the…?” He looked down at his waist, then at me. “What did you…? Ugh!” He bent over. “Oh, my, oh fuck, oh…” He fell to his knees, grimacing, then onto his back. The front of his pants were wet. I stepped over him, ignoring my own nudity, and helped Kelsey to her feet.

“What did you do to him?” She asked me, but even as she said it, he was clawing at the front of his pants, pulling them open. His penis popped free, pointing straight up from his crotch just as he came—again—a spurt of semen shooting three feet into the air, as he moaned in pleasure, both from the magical orgasm and from releasing his almost comically swollen penis. People gasped, and then started laughing.

“Only eight more to go, though I think I should get back to my room before he recovers.” I said. Kelsey hurried with me down the hall to my room, and we closed the door behind us.

“You made an enemy today.” Kelsey said, after a beat. “Though you also made a friend. That was a…creative…spell.”

“My last school was a bit rough…especially when we all started hitting puberty.”

“Jimmy is going to be very angry, and likely looking for payback…though, to be honest, you made his dick look huge.”

“Double the size, at least, that’s why he had to take it out of his pants…got a little tight in there, I think.” I looked at her, then down at her waist. “Are you…um, are you okay?”

“This?” She grabbed herself. “He wanted to embarrass me. It rather worked, I think. But my hair will grow back, whereas I imagine his bollocks will be sore for a day or two.”

“Guys tend to recover pretty quickly in that area.”

“For future reference, bring a towel or a robe during the day. I can’t promise someone won’t try to accio them, or use ventus to their advantage, but don’t make it easy by already being naked. Jimmy isn’t the only one who would have revealed you just for laughs, and you won’t be the only student caught out like that over the next few years. Just know, there are others like him, cruel, posh in birth, but rough in all the wrong places. If he had caught you alone…”

“He won’t. He won’t catch me out again.” I said firmly.

“After late bells, eight in the evening, the privacy guard spells go into effect in the dorm hallways. No male may enter the female wing, and vice versa. They can’t even look in our direction without seeing a mirror image. If you really want to wander the halls in the buff—after eight. Do you understand?” I nodded. “Be careful around him and his friends. They are not pleasant people. And while I doubt he would purposefully seek to harm you, last year, he had no problem leaving a girl suspended mid-air in bondage gear in the main dining room after she rejected his attentions. No one could prove anything, of course, but then, the staff didn’t try too hard to solve the crime possibly committed by the son of one of their biggest donors.”

“I’ll watch my back.” I said.

“I’m going back to finish my shower. I feel like I need to get clean.” Kelsey popped out of my room, and I startled as the door swung open and Meredith walked back in, naked and not the least bit shy about it.

“There was a terrible commotion in the halls, some boy was coming uncontrollably. It interrupted the fun I was having in the bath.”

“That was my fault.” I muttered.

“From the description of events, I thought so. Just so you are aware, I dispelled your work—before I knew what he’d done—still he was an absolute mess, and quite angry, regardless. Subtlety, my tutor used to say, is the true way of wizardry. Next time, hit him with the spell…but on a delay.”
“He was attacking Kelsey *and* me.”

“And you couldn’t have stupefied him, or knocked his wand loose?” She frowned. “Look, I’m certainly not one to criticize, but as I said, there were most definitely subtler ways to handle this. I know something of the Montebancs, a very *old* family, powerful in some circles, if not proper ones, and most definitely wealthy. This boy can make trouble for you.”

“Kelsey made that abundantly clear.”

“No doubt. I will do what I can to smooth things over. Jameson will likely feel a bit beholden for my assistance out there, but boys like him, they value power and pride, nothing else.” She shook her head, as if shifting out a bad memory. “I really need to come.” She said to the air. “One of the girls was on my nipples the whole time in the bath, and the other just teased my nethers, even though I made them both come. I’m not sure they really *liked* girls as much as the idea of being pleasured by one. I am a *giver* at heart, though.” She laughed and opened her footlocker, and accio’ing a decidedly non-human looking sex toy. “Do you like it?” She held it out for my view, and I blushed. “Supposedly the form of a wood-elf, knobby rings and all. *Vivos!*” It started buzzing. “And it vibrates.” She laid back on her, spreading her legs. “Care to join me? Spells or no spells, I’m happy to play for the next hours or so before dinner.” I stood frozen in the moment, even as she started teasing at her labia with the knobby wood-elf vibrator.

“Dark Lords…” I muttered, “What the bloody hell have I gotten myself into?”

“Mmm…I’ll take that as a no, *for now*, though the offer will always…mmm…stand.” I could literally feel the pleasure wafting off her, probably some sort of eromancy thing, and it was having a distinctly improper effect on me.

“*Accio*!” My clothes flew into my hands, and in a moment, I apparated inside Kelsey’s room.

**[End Part 1]**

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