It takes a great deal of pushing and pulling (or it seems to, at least), but finally he gets his heavy outer robes off and decides it's good enough. Somewhere along the lines, his wand had ended up back in his hands, the wood smooth and warm to the touch. Even in his exhausted state, it only takes a flick of his wand to dry himself off.

He feels better immediately. There's still the towel lying on the ground, waiting to be used, so he wraps that around himself as well and goes to check on Professor Rammsteiner. Why is he just sitting on the ground?

"Professor?" As soon as he speaks, he frowns. His voice sounds strange, low and a little husky, and his mouth feels dry. Which is odd, considering how long he's spent underwater. Stranger still is the sudden itch inside him, a nebulous desire to have something thrusting into him, filling him up.

He swallows, uncomfortable with his own thoughts. What is happening to him?