Tacked up in the appropriate place is the Choir List for the Valentine's Performance. Please also assume Amaltheia spoke to each performer individually over the day.
( Casting! )
Myles, though not a violent person, was not about to let Lancelot Mulciber's acts against Grizel go unpunished. He'd spent the night practicing his plans, only to be foiled at breakfast by the new (and, he had to admit, overdue) rule about keeping wands away at mealtime. He didn't get a good view of Lancelot Mulciber at lunch, either, so he had to wait yet again. This, however, gave him time to figure out some timing for his spell.
He made excuses and made sure someone went with Grizel to supper, so he could get to the Great Hall early and lie in wait, as unobtrusive as he could make himself. When Lance turned the corner to go into the Hall for supper, Myles hit him with a spell. It wouldn't have done much at first, but over the next few minutes, Lance grew a lovely, buxom set of breasts all his own.
Myles had a really hard time hiding his laughter. He doesn't even care if he gets caught.
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