"Headmistress!", a voice yelled, waking Harry from his unconscious state, "You can't possibly expect us to accept this! He... He...", the voice trailed of in embarassement and horror. "He draint it dry!", it whispered dramatically, "Drained us dry! Surely, he's too dangerous to live, with an ability like that!"

By this point the boy was fully awake, and staring at the spectacle on the opposite of the room in horror.

It could have been because there were four decidedly naked girls argueing for his death. Mostly though, it was because of the person they were argueing with.

The person wore the most hideous set of magical girl robes he had ever seen. This was ignoring the fact that someone that old and wrinkly, should never show that much skin or cleavage. He nearly threw up at the sight of the miniskirt.

And the visible bulge under it, because this old wrinkly person in the short skirt was definitely male. Veeeerrrrrrrrrry definitely. Like unmistakably, horribly...

"Surely, the audience beyond the Fourth Wall gets the point!", the narrator yelled, while looking in terror at the script. "I... I can't possibly traumatize them further, my... my conscious will not allow it!"

After which he proceeded to throw up.

"Nor will my stomach", he whimpered.

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