The Great Hall was quieter now.
Alisa spotted Eleanor immediately—she was sitting in the same place as before, at the far end of the Hufflepuff table, hunched over a book she clearly wasn't reading. Her eyes were distant, unfocused, her fingers drumming an anxious rhythm against the wooden surface.
Tonks isn't here, but Eleanor is? Alisa noted, confused.
She crossed the hall, her footsteps echoing in the relative emptiness.
When she reached the Hufflepuff table, Eleanor's head snapped up.
"You're back," she said, relief evident in her voice. "I was starting to worry that—I don't know. That something went wrong."
"Nothing went wrong." Alisa slid onto the bench across from her. "McGonagall was... professional. Thorough. It's done."
"And she—she saw—?"
"Everything." Alisa kept her voice low. "She examined me. Asked questions. Took notes."
Eleanor's face cycled through several expressions—horror, sympathy, something that might have been gratitude. "I'm sorry. That you had to do that because of me."
"Don't be." Alisa managed a small smile. "It needed to happen eventually. At least this way, McGonagall understands what we're dealing with. She's better equipped to help us now."
Eleanor nodded slowly, but the tension in her shoulders didn't ease. Her fingers were still drumming, faster now.
"I have so many questions," she whispered. "About—about what to expect. What it feels like. How to..." She trailed off, her cheeks flushing.
"I know." Alisa glanced around the hall. A few students were packing up their things, preparing to head to class. "We can't talk here. Come with me."
"Where?"
"My room. It's private, and I've warded it against eavesdropping." Alisa stood, offering Eleanor her hand. "We can speak freely there."
Eleanor hesitated for only a moment before taking it.
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The walk to Alisa's guest quarters was quiet.
Eleanor stayed close to her side, head down, clearly trying to avoid eye contact with passing students.
Alisa remembered that feeling. The paranoia. The conviction that everyone could see right through you, that the fact that you had a cock was written on your face in letters visible to all.
"It gets easier," she said softly as they climbed a staircase.
Eleanor looked up. "What does?"
"Being around people. Right now, you feel like everyone can tell something's different about you. Like they're all looking at you and seeing."
Eleanor's breath caught. "How did you—"
"Because I felt the same way. I was convinced that the moment someone looked at me, they'd just know." Alisa paused at a landing, turning to face her. "But they can't. They don't. Your secret is safe unless you choose to share it."
"It doesn't feel safe," Eleanor whispered.
"I know. But trust me—it is."
They continued on in silence.
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Alisa closed the door behind Eleanor and added another layer of privacy charms, just to be certain.
"We can speak freely now," she said. "No one can hear us. No one can enter without my permission."
Eleanor stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, arms wrapped around herself. She looked younger than fourteen, like this—small and scared and desperately out of her depth.
"I don't know where to start," she admitted. "There's so much I don't understand."
"Then let me show you something first." Alisa took a breath, steadying herself. "When I showed you before, in the Hospital Wing, I was... soft. Relaxed. But the curse doesn't always let us stay that way."
Eleanor's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
"McGonagall's examination—she had to touch it. To assess the integration." Alisa's face warmed, but she pushed through. "The curse reacts to any contact. Any stimulation… I think"
"So you're saying that right now, you're—"
"Yes."
Eleanor swallowed visibly. "Oh."
Alisa moved to sit on the edge of the bed, keeping her movements slow and non-threatening. "I think you should see it. Aroused, I mean. Because this is what you're going to experience—probably already have experienced. And I don't want you to be frightened when it happens."
Eleanor's face was scarlet, but she nodded jerkily. "Okay. Yes. I—okay."
Slowly, Alisa unfastened her trousers.
She pushed them down along with her underwear, revealing herself to Eleanor for the second time.
But this time was different.
This time, her dick was hard.
It stood erect from her body, flushed and full. It looked almost aggressive in its rigidity—nothing like the soft, unassuming thing Eleanor had seen in the Hospital Wing.
Eleanor stared.
Her mouth opened, then closed. Opened again.
"It's... big," she finally managed, her voice strangled.
Despite everything, Alisa felt a flicker of dark amusement. "That it is."
"Is mine going to—I mean, when I get—will it look like—"
"I don't know, as I've not seen it. It probably won't be as large. Your curse is less potent than mine, remember? But yes, when you're aroused, it will look similar. Erect. Hard."
Eleanor made a small, distressed sound. "I woke up this morning and it was—it was like that. I didn't know what to do. I just lay there, terrified, waiting for it to go away."
"Did it?"
"Eventually. After—" She broke off, her face somehow going even redder. "I had to—I touched it. I didn't mean to, I just—it hurt, and I thought maybe if I—"
"It's okay." Alisa's voice was gentle. "You did the right thing."
Eleanor's head snapped up. "I did?"
"The curse creates arousal. Constant, relentless arousal. If you don't release it, it builds and builds until it becomes painful. Debilitating. You have to relieve it, Eleanor. It's not shameful or wrong—it's just what it is."
Tears were forming in Eleanor's eyes. "I've never—before this, I'd never even—"
Alisa rushed to her side, hugging her.
That must have been the right move, because she felt the younger girl relax.
After a while, Eleanor broke the hug and walked a couple of steps back.
She stared for a long moment, her expression unreadable.
Then, to Alisa's surprise, her hands moved to her own waistband.
"Eleanor, you don't have to—"