After accidentally casting an arousal spell on yourself called “Laetus” you have to do something about it. You reread the page of the spell book to find no reversal spell. You sigh then have an idea.

You make your way to Professor Snape’s office—he’s the only one who would be up at this hour—you knock on the door, your cheeks flushed and thighs trembling.

— “ Enter. “

He snaps, his tone sharp.