Apologies for the art turning out pretty messy for this one, I couldn't for the life of me clean up the quality.

As the poor goblin girl was whisked away and the Reckoning Cap flumped onto the empty seat, the laughter of the 1st years faded to nervous silence as the realisation that they were next set in. Still, they took solace in the relaxed expressions of the 2nd years. The fact that there were 2nd years at all was reassurance that not all pupils would be subject to such transfigurations.

"They probably just do it to the first person to put the fear of god into you," Dorian said to the other pupils around him. Even his own voice didn't sound convincing, and he'd suddenly lost any stomach for the chocolate cauldron cake on his plate.

The next pupil passed the Reckoning without comment from the Headmaster, and scurried back to her new House table with much relief, welcomed by open arms. One by one, the 1st years took their turns. Until...

"Dorian Hallowell!" called the Headmaster. Dorian rose from his seat. And then... "Lyra Vale! Ophelia Greengrass!"

This caused a stir. Three students at once? That was unheard of. The Headmaster flicked his wand and the Reckoning Stool stretched with a creaking of wood to accommodate them. Dorian sat in the middle, wearing the soft Cap, while the two women clung to his arms.

"So how does this work? Do I need to-" Dorian whispered, fiddling with the cap's brim. But the Cap had already begun to sing in his ear.

"In Garmrdyrr, where true hearts dwell," it said. "Faithful as hounds, they're known so well. When others strike, they stand their ground. Guarding all, not backing down. So if you're brave, with loyalty clear, the house for you is... Garmrdyrr!"

A warm ripple poured down his scalp and neck like water, rushing over the girls too by their surprised squeaks. He felt them press closer... and closer... and closer. Their flesh softened against him, rolling over his chest like warm jelly. Dorian groaned in arousal as their liquified bodies encased him.

"What's happening to us?" Ophelia squeaked in terror, close to his left ear.

He could... feel her. Sense her jaw moving when she spoke... feel the weight if the two women's breasts hanging on his chest. Dorian grabbed for the chair arm. It was Ophelia's arm that he extended. The Cap had tightened around his skull. He pushed it up and his pointed ears sprang from within.

A canine head upon his right shoulder stared at him with wide, golden eyes, screaming in Lyra's voice.

There was mirth in the Headmaster's voice. "Groundskeeper Ogred, would you be so kind as to collar our new guard dog? Take her to the third-floor corridor, where she is to serve the school for the year." A giantess of a woman stood, drawing a spiked collar and chain from her ratskin coat. The Headmaster raised his voice to the Hall. "And I must inform everyone that the third-floor corridor is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."