She needs to focus. She needs to maintain her spot at the top of the class. She needs... she needs a repeat of that night. She sighs, and places her wand down before she loses control of the flame again. It’s so unfair. It’s unfair that they can touch her like that, peel away her layers and climb inside, and then act like it never happened. They’ve broken her, utterly ruined her. She knows that whatever future sex she might have will always be measured against that night, and will likely fall short. Because they’ve set the bar too high, changing the goal posts forever.