Chapter 149 - Change of Plans! (Patreon)

{Ritual Room, Dungeons, Hogwarts}

{18th Oct 1991} 

{3rd person POV}

Rigel watched as Susan nervously looked around the room. Her face was heated as she examined the runes on the floor.

"Trust me, I'm not sacrificing your soul to a demon or something," Rigel joked, attracting Susan's glare.

"Fine, fine, do your thing," Rigel muttered as he walked over to one side and started taking off his school robe.

...

"Can you wait just a moment?" Susan sighed after a while, her eyes peeking at Rigel's.

"What?" Rigel asked; he was a little confused about the interruption. Both of them were perfectly aware that they needed to be naked for this...right? 

She sighed as she walked over. She displayed firm determination as she came close—into his personal space—and then her arms went around Rigel's head, pulling him in for a kiss. He was decidedly stunned, but not for long, as his arms circled around her waist, and he reciprocated in kind.

It was an unexpected surprise but one that Rigel would accept. Still, he didn't go overboard; he just held her. The kiss was brief; it lasted barely a couple of moments as Susan pulled back. Her face flushed, and her eyes remained closed.

After a few seconds, she opened her eyes to stare into Rigel's. Her warm breath was a little shaky as she opened her mouth without speaking.

"That good?" Rigel joked, attempting to diffuse the atmosphere as he lightly squeezed her waist to comfort her.

"Prat!" Susan fired back as she looked away. She didn't pull back and buried her face in Rigel's arms.

"What's wrong?" Rigel questioned. He could tell that she was nervous, contrary to her usual self.

"I don't know..." She mumbled back. She took a few deep breaths before she pulled back. Rigel took his hands off her, allowing her space to back away, which she took. 

"I just feel a little uneasy... I know that rituals are safe, or at least that one is. Aunty even mentioned to me that if I feel comfortable, I could go through with this..." She trailed off. Her eyes didn't have the confident look anymore as she looked away.

"You feel uncomfortable?" Rigel guessed.

"Well, not in a bad way. It's just I got overwhelmed by the possibility of... well, sex. I had this whole thing in my mind about how I wanted my first time to be..." Susan mumbled.

'I get it now. She doesn't want her first intimate experience to be in the dungeon while performing a ritual. I didn't have that problem with Evelyn because we had seen everything there was to see, after all.' Rigel suppressed the urge to sigh; this was a wasted opportunity then. At least he got a kiss, so there was a chance with Susan later if not today.

"It's alright; don't fret about it. I understand what you mean..." Rigel responded with a smile. Susan looked into his eyes for a moment before she sighed. Her shoulders relaxed as an unseen tension left her body.

"So... how was it growing up in a magical household?" Rigel asked a little awkwardly. The one thing he didn't have to do before was to make this kind of small conversation. Almost everyone, from Evelyn to Narcissa, had been pretty easy to deal with. He knew what buttons to push and what kind of leverage he had, but with Susan, he had nothing like this.

"It wasn't all bad..." Susan dismissed Rigel's question for a moment before she suddenly started explaining, "...we have to deal with a lot of unnecessary formal stuff. I don't remember much about my childhood, but all the boys were obsessed about learning to fly on brooms."

"Yeah, I don't get the obsession with quidditch. Is it a magical sport? Yes. But it's rules are ridiculous." Rigel shook his head as he backed away and picked up his discarded robe. 

"Don't even get me started on that. Enrie and Justin have been bickering about quidditch for the past few months. Our trials are slated to begin next week." Susan shook her head as she elaborated.

"Speaking of, how did Ernie take this meeting between us? I don't have to look out for curses and jinxes in between hallways, right?" Rigel joked as he started walking toward the door. Since they were not going to use the Ritual, they might as well leave the room.

"Yeah... I don't want to talk about it..." she mumbled, her frustration clear on her face. Rigel raised an eyebrow as he turned back to look at her.

"Alright, then, how about Hannah? I see you two hanging around all the time." Rigel decided to move the conversation along. They both walked out of the Ritual room, and Rigel closed the door behind him with a simple locking spell.

"Hannah-" Susan snorted after saying her name, "She'll be disappointed. She has been pestering me about you all throughout yesterday."

"Disappointed?" Rigel asked as he looked around the hallway, making sure they were walking in the right direction. 

"Well, you're a metamorphmagus. She was quite jealous that I won't have to deal with the frustration anymore..." Susan replied, her face a little red.

"Frustration?" Rigel questioned.

"Uhhh..." Susan stuttered before she looked into Rigel's eyes once again. Her face went a little red before she looked away, eyeing the walls of the dungeon. She explained, "Well, you know that most of the girls are flat, as breasts in witches are normally proportional to the size of our magical cores." 

Rigel nodded. He had reached the same conjecture a while ago.

"Similarly, it is the same with Wizards, with the size of your.. you know, corresponds to the size of your magical cores." She elaborated, and Rigel nodded in understanding.

"Ahh... I guess that makes sense?" Rigel asked, still unsure of the disappointment. Shouldn't they be happy that they won't have to deal with the pain?

Susan shook her head and elaborated, "No, I meant the other reason for the Ritual not being used as predominantly today. The ritual needs a stable magical core, which happens when you turn 18. Coincidentally, the inheritance ritual also needs to be performed on the eve of Halloween when you turn 18. So there isn't really enough time to get close to someone and... no boy wants to, you know... do the ritual with their thing being very small. It's an ego thing." 

"Ahh...that makes sense... so every guy in our batch has a noodle dick?" Rigel asked. He was joking a little bit, but the anatomical logic of this world didn't make much sense to him. 

'If all the girls are going to become big-breasted bimbos, it won't be such a bad idea to allow some of them to gain the Metamorph powers to have some variety on the smaller side.'

...

"N-no. I-i mean probably..." Susan mumbled.

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AN—I think I rushed a bit too much with the anatomical logic for this novel at the beginning. On the plus side, I'm feeling a little better. I revised the plot of the story a little bit during the short break!