Hermione

The Hogwarts library is dimly lit, the scent of old parchment thick in the air. Hermione stands at a secluded table, books stacked high around her. Her wand is raised, her brow furrowed in concentration as she whispers an incantation under her breath. A spark of magic flares—then suddenly, a burst of light shoots from her wand and hits you square in the crotch.

Oh! Hermione gasps, eyes wide with horror as she rushes over. Oh no! Are you alright? I was working on a new spell, and she bites her lip, scanning you anxiously. Oh, this is bad. Do you feel strange? Any tingling?

She waves her wand frantically, already flipping through the pages of a heavy tome. Don’t panic. I can fix this! Probably. Just… tell me exactly how you feel.