Etolie was unable to contain her cries of pleasure. She struggled to remain upright as hands fumbled and reached for the nearby chair. The student certainly devoted all she could towards trying to remain presentable before the Head Girl. Attempts to speak became difficult as parting those lips produced sounds the brunette did not want to make. She tried to control her breathing even as every cell of her body demanded relief.

"You may open your eyes..."

When those eyes fluttered open, they saw the silver haired Head Girl. Vera was the source of her new career path and advancement. This opportunity was thanks to her. But was she also the source of all this stimulation and need? Seeing the woman, the diodes spiked to their maximum setting. Surges rippled through the student's juicy depths. Jolts assault her helpless clit. Her nipples and breasts were fed rippling waves of rapture. All this while Vera walked back to her desk, hips swaying gently with every graceful step.

"We still need to confirm that your grades are to standard," Vera said as if the newly adorned Prefect was not struggling to remain standing, "You will bring me confirmation tomorrow. I will see to assigning you a new room that will be the dorm you are responsible for."

Vera sat on the edge of her desk, turning to face the struggling student once more. "Do you have any questions, Ms. Leblanc?" the Head Girl asked, "You seem a bit exhausted. I recommend you get some rest and pack your things so you are ready to start moving tomorrow."

The Head Girl crossed her legs as she observed Etolie. How long would she last? Would she be able to speak and make it out the door or was she going to cream herself right there before Vera's desk? Regardless, Vera would report the student's state to NICE labs. They would certainly welcome the data for this intense experimentation.

Etolie's eyes open and immediately it feels like a mistake. Her core savaged by an intense ache! Tingles rippling through her clit and hardened nipples as her eyes take in Vera in all her splendor. Her legs collapse from under her, she responds on instinct pushing herself back so she lands in the chair rather than collapsing to the floor.

She hits her bag barely making contact with it before springing back up to her feet. Her legs still a bit wobbly she uses the desk to stabilize herself then straight up. Her panties are soaked and she can smell the aroma from her sex. The heat in here is smothering her. Those internal fires flaring up even greater now.

“Y-Yes, of course.” She stammers out about getting her grades. Not even the creature that left her to suffer the effects of it's aphrodisiac could compare to this!

“Ugh! Ah!” She fought. But it was as fruitless as a fish snagged on a line. She just didn't have the strength to endure this torture for long. No mistake that Vera knew what was going on. Her next question leaving it open for her to inquire.

How could she get her things packed up in such a state? If these effects were anything like that aphrodisiac she'd have no recourse for hours despite what she tried. Even her favorite toy Mr. Happy would do no good.

“Uh! Yes. One. What … what is happening?” unable to hold back from asking. A sudden ache nearly takes her off her feet making her grasp the desk again. Her will in keep all this together eroding then braking as it's clear she couldn't make it half way to the door before beginning enveloped with that sweet bliss. It was as if a hot poker was burying itself inside her. Touching those intimidate parts of her though rather than incinerating her causing her pleasure centers to be bombarded as a moan escapes those lips.

Footsteps approached the fallen student turned Prefect. Attempts to maintain composure was lost as the young woman fell to the floor halfway to the door. The bliss came crashing in waves, wracking havoc on the poor woman's twitching and aching body. It was intense but to finally be relieved of all that pent up tension that Etolie had been desperately holding back was nothing short of euphoric.

The shocks, jolts, and vibrations stopped. It was unclear how this was happening. But Vera did not gloat nor mock the fallen student. She merely stopped before Etolie, looking down at her. "I will forgive this mess you left, Ms. Leblanc," Vera said calmly, "Take a moment to collect yourself before stepping out. Do you need a drink of water?"

Vera did not seem bothered at all. Was this a show of control? Was the doll in the room? How was she manipulating it? Or was the doll somewhere else and someone else was fiddling with it, unaware of the torture being inflicted to body the doll was linked to?

Footsteps left and returned without waiting for an answer. Etolie would feel Vera's touch as the Head Girl helped the girl sit up. "Here..." she offered a glass of cold water, "Drink slowly. Breathe deeply. Calm yourself. Are you feeling better now?"

If Etolie tried to stand, Vera would help her to her feet. Only the tingly afterglows of the whole ordeal remained of what happened to the Prefect just moments ago. Would the Prefect confront her Head Girl about this matter or would she simply move on and hope that this did not happen again?

Embarrassed, yet feeling incredible at the same time Etolie gasped in the afterglow of her release. No sooner had her head begun spinning over this ordeal had her attention shifted to the sound of Vera moving closer. She looked up and up and up. Eyes drinking in those long legs, the mountainous breasts, that comely face.

She nodded in response. Helped up to her feet then the chair Etolie's mind was swimming. She was confused. Vera had not gloated, she would have lorded her control over another. Of course she often used her memory magic to expunge the results of her tampering but she enjoyed it in the moment.

Forgiven for the mess – oh God those patches of moisture had been from her! She could feel the dampness at her crotch and feel moisture on her inner thighs. She attempted to collect herself while her mind ran over so many possibilities. Etolie didn't grasp empathy. She was unable to really consider motives that differed from her own. What she would do in a given situation. When things went contrary to this she always looked for an angel. As far as she could tell there was none. Vera seemed passionate about her role as Head Girl. There had to be something he was getting out of her position. Being such an established figure was motive enough. And to maintain that status she had to do her job well. Maybe that was why she was so passionate about the school.

How was the doll being used? It was feasible that Vera passed it on to another to use. That the room was being monitored. But if so why didn't she gloat? Was it enough that she made that clear with the presentation of the sash she now wore? That she was Vera's? She didn't need to repeat herself and the results spoke to themselves.

She held the glass of water in both hands. The tremors in them subsiding as she caught her breath. Though with her breasts being so sensitive each intake of air caused a tingling sensation to hit her even in the aftermath of her torment ending.

Setting the glass down in front of her curiosity got the better of her at last after all this time.

“That, that was the doll wasn't it?” She had only recently begun feeling it. Though not as intensely as she had these last few days. Had Vera been holding back or had the dolls caused that function on their own under maximum stimulation? She wouldn't know nor ask that. It wasn't as if she could craft another doll and test it on herself since the old one would no longer function as far as she could tell. And if she did manage to severe that connection it wouldn't be long before Vera found out it no longer worked. The doll being a condition of her punishment so she left it alone not crafting another doll just encase.

She didn't expect an answer. A deflection was likely. Then again she didn't see why Vera would dismiss it out of hand. Either way she was nervous about an answer or non answer. Second guessing if it was a method of control or simply done out of amusement. A reminder perhaps? No, this felt a bit different than that. Etolie didn't have a good grasp on people and was confused more than anything else. Trying to work out how she'd go about things.

"Is that what you claim is the cause for this outburst, Ms. Leblanc?" Vera responded. What was Etolie hoping to figure out with this question? Was this just a means to see if the Head Girl would speak the truth or dismiss the matter? But even when the doll was handed over, Vera did not show much interest in it, putting it into a drawer before the whole matter started getting out of Etolie's control. Did Vera believe in magic? Would she even notice if the doll no longer functioned? Despite the mystery around the silver haired woman, the Head Girl never revealed her own expertise in the dark arts.

But if Vera did not know anything about magic, that would only bring up another question for Etolie. Why has she not tried severing the connection with the doll? All this insane and maddening stimulation could be put to an end if the voodoo doll's power was simply stopped. Would Vera know the difference between a working voodoo doll and just a plain unmagical object?

"I merely asked for a doll to see what you would bring me, Ms. Leblanc," Vera stated, "I did not keep it. Are you saying the doll you made is the reason you have left such a mess on my floor?"

"If you believe your own creation is doing this to you, shouldn't you do something about it?" Vera stated, "Then again, I suppose your grades have improved despite this... distraction. But if this is going to be a problem in performing your new duties, what do you intend to do about it? You can make an appointment to the school nurse. I find it hard to believe a mere inanimate doll can do all this."

Some words were true, others less so. Vera did not have the doll anymore. It was in the possession of NICE labs for further magical studies. At this point, they probably have enough data on what the doll was capable of. If Etolie wished to undo the spell, it would only reveal that such was possible. Vera was fine with playing ignorant on the matter. Seeing how the student reacts to finding out she could have stopped this at any point was going to be rewarding in itself. As for having a hold on this woman, Vera did not need a doll for that, especially now that Etolie was wearing a sash.

Claim? Was Vera in the know about the things on the island? How much stock had she put into magic? There were a few clubs and girls that claimed to have some talent but Etolie never paid them any attention. That girl Izumi had been the only one that displayed talent and all that luck manipulation could have been simple coincidence. Still that had encouraged her to take things seriously for a change and search for a means of ridden that evil eye.

She simply nodded in response. From the sounds of it Vera wasn't a believer. That or she feigned ignorance.

“I can't think of anything else. I thought you wanted an imbued doll.” She had thought that was part of her punishment to keep her in line. Certainly she misread matters. If she hadn't been worried about the doll being workable she would have severed that connection sooner.

She had considered showing the Head Girl that indeed the dolls worked. But she dismissed that as soon as she thought about it. Vera probably wouldn't want to be the subject of one and if so there was no telling how she'd respond afterwards.

“I, I can take care of this.” Perhaps that was part of the “punishment”. The knowing she could have dismissed it by braking the bound. Certainly not the first time since the doll had to be dormant and she needed a bit of concentration.

It was a bit troubling not being able to prove any of this. Even more so about ending that ordeal at just about any point. Realization that the doll didn't have to remain active brought her some relief. Though she had no idea what was done to it or if it were enhanced in any way.

“It won't interfere with my duties.” The effect hadn't been constant though it seemed to strike at inopportune times such as now. Even without the stimuli her body still felt the wrack it brought her. Tingles still flowing throughout her.

Her emotions ranged from confusion, to regret at not ending those effects sooner, to proving her statement. Yet she opted on just letting it go. It hadn't mattered now. So many emotions ran through her before she grasped onto the whole matter with the doll.

“If not the doll then this,” she gestured to the mess, “was brought on by you. There's no mistaking that you are an attractive young woman.”

She hardly believed that that came out. A means to deflect away from the doll? Maybe. Vera would have already picked up on those emotions well before now though Etolie was ignorant of her own gifts in that particular area.

The Head Girl enjoyed the sensations radiating from her newest recruit. Whatever the reason, Etolie had not severed the connection from the doll yet. Was the student hoping that this was all caused by something else? Would blaming it on something else mean that she did not voluntarily let her own voodoo doll molest her like this?

Being blamed for unnatural events was nothing new for Vera. Students always wanted to blame the school or those who work for it so they had something tangible and human to focus their anger on. But, this was perhaps the first time the silver haired woman's very beauty was blamed for climaxing against one's will.

Like all students brought to Shokushu, Vera was rather attractive. Such beauty was only further enhanced by the Headmaster she served to better fulfill his personal tastes. She knew she was beautiful, gorgeous as she designed to be that way.

Then again, being the cause for Etolie's stimulation and desire could have been designed by the Head Girl as well. Using the doll, she could stimulate this student again and again and again depending on certain behaviors and whims. Eventually, what Etolie believed would be followed by her mind and then her body. But it was unknown if such a Pavlov response would occur through this prolonged use of a voodoo doll.

"Are you saying I am so beautiful that I made you make this mess on my floor, Ms. Leblanc?" The Head Girl asked as she sat on the edge of her desk again. Vera slowly crossed her legs. As the sensual gesture was made, she resumed the doll's stimulation to see if it was still active. "I must say that is a unique form of flattery though I fail to see the purpose of buttering me up when I have already provided you a sash. Or was there something else you were hoping for in this meeting?"

Answers were not likely to come. Etolie would have to continue to reflect on these possibilities but she was at a loss as to how to rule out particular things. To get a sliver of an answer she would have to research her magic more and let's face it she wasn't going to do that.

Even Etolie didn't know if one could be conditioned through the doll. She bored of her toys fast enough that she rarely at a doll active for long. And since she only had one active at a time she cut ties with the old doll for the newer, more interesting one. There were so many things that Etolie could try. She lacked the work ethic to do more than the bare minimum with the incantations she had learned. Well, not learned but modified. Not realizing she had been born with these small gifts and had believed that she had learned them.

She hadn't had such a strong reaction to anyone before. Power was attractive in and of itself. While she had no proof the doll had to be at work here to. She continued to radiate confusion and pleasure. The stimulation may have ended for the time being but it was clear she liked what she saw.

Tracking those legs as they were crossed.

Certainly if she wanted to butter Vera up it would have been before not after getting the sash that graced her. It was hard to think straight. The afterglow of her release swam through her. Relief mixed with those other sensations.

“If it's not the doll then it can be nothing else,” Her gaze goes a bit higher.

Vera would fell the spike of pleasure that coursed through Etolie when the stimulation began again. There had been little time for her to brake the connection if she were inclined to do it. Her mind hadn't been focused enough for the task though it caused her little effort in the past she had never been distracted like this.

She felt a warmth in her torso. Between her thighs and those sensitive breasts to name the most effected areas. She gasped although she attempted to quell that sound.

Was there something else? She played the odds. Feeling it was more likely than not that Vera was playing with her she had concluded that her tastes weren't simply heterosexual. While that was tough to work out for students in most cases since the only males around were professors and staff (if one didn't count the guests).

She slipped out of her seat after setting the satchel aside. On her knees she glanced up. Fingers gracing over those legs. Slowly climbing up while she looked up.

“Well … I was hoping that you'd allow me this indulgence ...” Higher the tips of her fingers went unless Vera pulled away or showed disgust. It wouldn't be the first time she read someone wrong given her lack of empathy she was often confused by the actions and motives of others if they differed from her own.

"Nothing else?" Vera echoed. For Etolie, she only thought of two possibilities. It was doubtful she would consider anything else for the time being, not with all the abundant distractions she was enduring.

The Head Girl watched as the student slipped off the chair, falling to her knees and approaching her. Was this desperation or boldness? Vera's legs were crossed so those fingertips could only touch her shins, calves, or thighs. There were also her feet though she was wearing shoes so there would be no direct contact.

"And why should I allow you said indulgence when you have not learned your place, Ms. Leblanc?" Vera replied, "You touch what does not belong to you and do not even have the grace to ask or beg before doing so. You cannot even voice what you want much less process what you are feeling right now."

"You worked this hard to earn this sash," the Head Girl said as she leaned forward, long strands of silver hair pour before her shoulders. She reached out and grasped Etolie by the chin, holding her firmly as she looks her in the eyes. "It would be a shame to lose it because you became greedy. Should I correct you to ensure this never happens again? Are you capable of being trained?"

If Vera was indeed the source of all this pent up stimulation and need, did that mean she was the only one who could grant relief? Though they have spoken often through student council meetings and tutoring sessions, the two were not exactly warm much less close to one another. To suddenly approach hoping to cop a feel of this supposedly untouchable Head Girl was beyond reckless ambition. Would it matter if Etolie lowered herself further to ask for what she wanted or even beg? Would she still be refused? Was there any reason for Vera to help Etolie with this insane need?

The Head Girl released Etolie's chin and extended a leg to push the woman away. Vera was not about to let anyone touch her like this much less a brand new Prefect that dares to think she is her equal.

It was more boldness than desperation. Etolie latching onto cues and struggling to assessv them. Not that the need was great. She hardly got started, finger tips grazing those thighs, climbing up those legs.

Why? It was hard to think, her body distracted as it were. She searched her mind, analyzed those words. Pulling her hands back so they rested on her thighs. A burning desire incinerating her insides. Had she misread things? It was impossible to put what was going on in words.

Her gaze lift, that sweltering touch on her chin caused her heart to beat frantically when she had thought it had already reached it's limits.

“I'm sorry.” Hands tighten against her thighs. Not sure what honorifics or titles to apply being new to all this. But not all had been lost with this misstep.

Her chin released Etolie was pushed away though she was incapable of moving too far back it did put some space between them. Her head was still swirling but she caught enough key details there. Endanger of loosing her sash already?

“Yes. Please. Correct me. I am in error.” Etolie had no idea what was going on with that doll not that she would worry about it now. “I need to learn the rules so as not to brake them.”

She frowned a little. Knowing she fucked up. Her features still red with the blood rushing through her. She couldn't envision a situation better than the one she had at the hands of that water monstrosity. The one who left her unfulfilled and wanting. Somehow she managed. She'd have to endure this moment just as well.

Was this student sorry or just concerned about losing the position she dared reach out for just moments ago? It did not matter either way to Vera. Humans were selfish and saw to their own gains. Realizing the mistake and seeking to quickly minimize the damage was the best Etolie could do right now. The silver haired Head Girl just had to decide how to correct this woman.

"Your discipline is slipping, Ms. Leblanc," Vera said as she got up off the desk, "You should refer to me as Ms. Matsumoto. If there is ever a question of who to refer to those above you, that is the simplest default to follow. Do you understand?"

The Head Girl allowed Etolie a moment to respond appropriately. Was there another spike of pleasure? Was it the doll? In her head? Having came once already, the brunette was no doubt sensitive to further stimulation. The maddening ache would gnaw away at the girl's discipline and resolve. Was this torture? A tease? A test? Not knowing just adding to this insanity.

"Good girl," Vera would praise Etolie's response, "Now, recite your errors. I must know what you understand and what you do not."

As the Prefect complied, the Head Girl circled behind the woman. No touches came this time. Only commands. "Stand up and bend over, place your hands on my desk." It was not the first time, Vera had put Etolie in an exposed and vulnerable position. At least the student was allowed to keep her uniform on this time. Then again, that meant those soaked panties were still a persistent reminder of the Prefect's earlier shame.

"I understand you are struggling, Ms. Leblanc," Vera added coolly, "But, you are now representing me and this school. No matter how hard it is. No matter how much you struggle. I expect you to maintain the standard. This is your first offense as my Prefect though you have not really started yet. Before we can deal with your struggles, we must first correct you. So I will give you a choice. A switch or my hand?"

“Yes, Ms. Matsumoto,” she agreed. Relieved to know the proper etiquette. Etolie had been unsure of which honorifics to use and this placed her at ease a little. She was still full of nerves. Her high had not entirely come down and she had been concerned with already loosing her title.

She wasn't even out the door and it wasn't as if anyone knew of her status change outside of the two of them. Unless of course there were cameras recording her. She still couldn't explain the doll adequately. Coincidence that it was working now? Maybe. She was too focused on the present.

Of course there were nerves about her punishment too. After all she had not forgotten last time. It convincing her to behave more or less. She had yet to reach those same antics.

That ache returned. Uncertain as to its purpose her head hadn't been clear enough to determine if this pleasure was brought about for torture or something more nefarious. She'd have to consider it all later. Though that small amount of praise hit her with a pang of, well she couldn't say what exactly. These feelings felt good. A pleasant warmth firing through her.

Though it was on shaky legs that she stood as Vera commanded. She had that desk for support as she bent over. Her posture stabilized even as she visibly trembled. Evidence of her prior release trickling down her thighs. Her heart rate increased dreading what was to come. She had no illusions that this would be pleasant.

A list? It was hard enough to think. The jolts of pleasure were more frequent now. Intruding on her thoughts. Her hands showed stress as the majority of her weight was support by them as she tried to keep her legs from quaking too much.

“I overstepped my bounds. Daring to touch you. Misreading ques.” Had she associated her wants with Vera having an interest? Especially with the sensations that wracked her body.

A choice? For a moment Vera would sense how conflicted she was. Etolie reasoned through the two options as best as she could. Instead of selecting the less painful, and perhaps more pleasant option she had ruled that out. She had made enough of a mess as it was. Least she soil Vera's hand as well.

She had paused only long enough to give the matter some honest thought. Not rushing into a decision. Pros and cons were weighed against one another in mere seconds. “A s-switch.”

At least the lesson would sink in better. She prepared herself for the worse as she was continually attacked by these sensations that she was powerless to do anything about at the moment.

"Very well..." Vera replied coldly. Footsteps carried the Head Girl to a nearby closet. The door opened and there was some shuffling of items before it shuts once more. The Head Girl returned to the bent over Prefect. Etolie was expecting pain from here on. Would it provide a suitable distraction from all the pleasure and tension the poor girl was suffering from thus far?

The tip of the switch pressed against Etolie's thigh and traced upwards. It moved slowly, going higher and higher until it was gently lifting that skirt and fully exposing those panty covered ass. "I trust you know the drill by now, Ms. Leblanc," Vera added, "Keep reciting your wrong doings and how you will correct yourself in the future."

The switch dragged over one cheek then the other before sliding between them, pressing the fabric between those asscheeks as it slides back down. It ran under and between those parted thighs, dragging across the moist darkened fabric. It ran back and forth, back and forth, stimulating those netherlips and brushing against Etolie's hooded pearl.

Rather than pain, this switch was only adding more stimulation while the probes in the doll resumed their insidious work at their maximum setting. The torment would continue, stopping only if Etolie failed to keep chanting her wrong doings and corrections. The switch continued to prod and probe the juicy chalice even through the student's orgasms, seeking to break down this woman further.

Once satisfied Vera would withdraw the switch only to bring the glistening tip to Etolie's lips. It smeared the woman's own love juices over them as the Head Girl spoke. "There... Now, tell me what has you so wound up? What is it that is making you lose focus? And what are you going to do about it?"

That tone only hinted at the pain she was to receive. Etolie was tense. Hearing Vera retrieve that switch and yet to her surprise pain wasn't what she received. Not initially. Her confusion was short lived as that tool traced slowly over her. Her shame evident and yet at the same time she felt those keen explosions as shards of pleasure ripped through her.

“AH!” Her knees buckled and she fell landing atop the desk as her arms collapsed momentarily. She had to get back into position. Her skirt hitched up allowing the switch to trace back over her.

She could hear her heartbeat in her ears. Her nipples strained remaining engorged throughout. Her panties wedging into the crack of her ass as that switch traced over her sensuously. Reciting anything was difficult. Her mind being pulled in multiple directions. She stammered with her words, paused frequently as she forgot her place or was seized with wracking bliss that stormed over her.

“I will keep … UMPH … my hands … UGH … to my my self AH!”

At some point she had to have mentioned not taking particular liberties without Ms. Matsumoto's permission. Things were a bit foggy but she didn't think she only recited the one line. If she had she expected a correction and no prompt came.

Breathing heavily Etolie was attempting to recover from the last orgasm that traced through her. A question came, one that battled with her wits. She had to think. Her nostrils filled with the aroma of her latest release as that switch was brought to her nose. The question echoed in her head until she made sense of it, which thankfully wasn't long. The aroma of her own release reminding her of why she was being corrected as things came back to her.

What was the correct answer? She wasn't so sure. Vera didn't seem to believe in the effects of the doll and she could not be 100% certain that it was the cause. She had to be confident in her answer. I think or believe wouldn't cut it. But there was uncertainty to the cause. She paused long enough to reflect on this.

Was she suppose to do anything to the switch or was it presented as evidence as to the state she was in? Etolie tried to ignore it for now. Though the aroma presented a constant reminder. Far less then the sensations that were ripping through her so she concluded that this was being used as evidence of the state she was in.

She had to inspect things prior to that doll every being used if that indeed was the culprit. No doubt that Vera was an attractive young lady. The power she possessed making her more attractive in Etolie's eyes. But such sharp sensations hadn't occurred then. She had to draw her own conclusions from the few clues she had. Her current state making it difficult to think straight.

“It's AH combination. Your beauty UMM and the doll OHH! I – I can teach myself restraint,” a gasp followed by a pause as she quivered. Her muscles burning in her arms as she struggled to maintain her position.

“And …. and … severing the connection will make OHHH things easier to to endure.” But that was something for later since she couldn't concentrate well enough to do the later. She hoped that sufficed since she couldn't focus too much with the bombardment her every cell was receiving. Even speaking was difficult. Each breath stimulating those sensitive breasts as her torso moved in response.

Etolie was now trying to blame both the doll and Vera's appearance as the cause of losing control. It mattered little in the end. Whether the connection was severed or not, this Prefect would have this event burned into her memory. No matter what higher position this student may or may not achieve, there was no denying that she creamed herself right inside the Head Girl's suite.

The switch withdrew from Etolie's lips. Seems the woman was either too lost or still clinging to pride to clean the toy she soiled with her juices. The switch came down on the back of one of the student's hands before Vera walked away.

"I suppose that will suffice for now. We shall see if you can maintain composure in the future. If you fail, I will be most disappointed," Vera stated, "Also blaming your boss's beauty for your own failings is hardly appropriate."

The Head Girl got a rag to wipe down the switch. "Down the hall outside is a janitor's closet. Do clean up your mess before you go. Do not forget to pack your things and move to your new room in the dorms. We can go over duties and expectations after you are rested and ready. Do you have any questions, Ms. Leblanc?"

Despite the exhausted and vulnerable state of the student, the Head Girl made no moves to force herself upon the woman beyond using that switch. Was Vera not interested, was this some sort of game to her, or was there something else to all this? Whatever the case was, Etolie was left the aftershocks of this experience. Perhaps severing the connection with the doll will help though it meant all this could have been prevented in the first place. But that was for the new Prefect to figure on her own.