The Water Warlocks (Open Chocolate Plot, whole school)

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They'd raced through the dungeon, Kuronue taking the West end, Kurama the East, and by the time they met up again, every water pipe in the place was glowing a different color. Some were even alight with colors that didn't even exist, or sparkled and dripped in disconcerting ways.

"Excellent," Kurama grinned, shoving his wand back into its holster. "I wonder what'll happen once the sprinklers go on in the greenhouses."

There was a long pause of contemplation.

"I think you might wanna take a day or two off work," Kuronue said, catching a distant tinkle of glass as something in that general area broke. Or, broke free.

"D'you think we might not have planned this out too carefully?" Kurama asked.

Another long pause.

“Still, you know... No need to get tentacle raped or something.” Kuronue looked oddly pleased at the possibility of such happening however. Especially since he knew it was possible.

Well, it was Kurama.

_{((OOC - Kuro socking done with mun approval. Basic chocolate plot rules apply, all the water in the school is magicked, cursed, charmed, and so forth, all with different effects up to the mun. Have fun!))}

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China had her eyes closed as the water ran over her naked body. She was alone in the Slytherin shower room, music playing softly from a radio by the sinks. She was getting better with using the facility, when she first sought out the bathroom after her unorthodox 'enrolement' into Hogwarts, she waited until the late hours so as to be alone. With the return of her confidence came a lack of interest in anyone seeing her. Seriously, who hadn't seen a woman's parts in this place? As she washed away the conditioner from her hair and eyes, she had no clue of the sudden change in the water, nor the coloured pulse that admitted from the shower head. She sighed, the sound suddenly sounding odd to her. She must be coming down with something, again. The sicknesses in this world were horrible. She pulled back the curtain, stepped out onto the bathmat and reached for her towel.

It was then that she noticed the difference, and met it with a scream.

As soon as it left her lips she noticed its deep, gravel quality and clapped her hands over her mouth. With no hands supporting the towel, it sooner fell to the floor. She wasn't a woman anymore, she was a man. A naked man, in a public bathroom, with every inch of her spontaneously muscular body on display. Feeling what now resided between her legs, she covered it with a hand, and as soon as touch made everything real, the sheer impossibility of this transformation paralyzed her to the spot.