As Willy fearfully eyed the groundskeeper slowly edging closer and closer with the hedge clippers he saw a jovial looking middle aged man walking along and whistling to himself. With one final push of effort Willy wiggled as much as he could trying to get the man's attention.
Willy beamed with triumph when the man caught the movement in the corner of his eye and came over to inspect the strange flower.
"Oh my... Mr Thickbush," the man called over to the groundskeeper "This flower appears to be a cursed student, could you please pot him for me? I'll take him to the 12th plus one floor. Be careful not to touch him! We don't know if this curse is contagious."
Willy wondered what was on the 12th plus one floor, maybe that's where the nurse's office was.
The gruff old groundskeeper grunted, annoyed that his routine was being interrupted and went to retrieve his magic-proof gloves, a small pot and some potting mix from his shed. When he returned he unceremoniously yanked Willy out of the ground. Willy had already made himself very aroused with all his movements and that one pull brought Willy right to the edge of orgasm, he was about to cum when Mr Thickbush brought out a hose and sprayed off all the loose dirt from his "root". The cold water shocked Willy and instantly made his root shrink and soften denying Willy of the chance at a pleasurable ejaculation. Mr Thickbush then proceeded to shove Willy into a small pot of soil and covered his now shriveled penis in potting mix before handing him over.
The man who had discovered Willy fiddled with an amulet around his neck and his body briefly glowed blue before he took Willy's pot into his hands and walked him through the doors of Stonewood Dormitory and into the elevator.
"Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Professor Goldflow," he said as he pushed the buttons for floors 12 and 1 simultaneously, "I'm in charge of the treasury at Stonwood University as well as teaching a few of the advanced Economancy classes. It might not seem very exciting but gold is a very important component in magic!"
The professor then proceeded to drone on about financing and taxes as the rickety elevator climbed up twelve floors then another floor. When they reached their destination instead of a cheerful ding the elevator let out a harsh buzz as the doors opened almost like a warning.
"Hmm now where to put you." The professor stepped out of the elevator and looked around. "We can hardly expect the groundskeeper to come up every day to water you...ah I've got it."
To Willy's horror the professor walked over to the bathroom across from the elevator and pushed open the door. The tiled room didn't look or smell like it had been cleaned in years. There were a stalls and sinks along one wall and one long trough style urinal along the other, and a large window on the back wall. Professor Goldflow walked to the end of the urinal and plopped Willy's pot in a patch of sunlight just upstream from the drain.
"Perfect! The residents of floor 12+1 have been begging for an air freshener in here for decades and now you'll have a steady supply of fresh nutrients and water to keep you fed and hydrated and with zero extra maintenance fees!" The professor exclaimed. "Speaking of which..."
Professor Goldflow then proceeded to open the front of his robes and unleash a stream of piss so powerful it had caused many debates among historians about the origins of his family name. The deluge of amber liquid gushed from his fat soft cock into the trough (A professor urinating directly onto a student would be frowned upon) with droplets of backsplash landing in Willy's pot. Willy tried to wiggle in protest but the professor interpreted that as enthusiasm.
"You're quite welcome. And if you're lucky maybe someone's cursed urine will give you back some limbs or a face!" Professor Goldflow's exclaimed cheerfully as his piss stream slowly eased up. He gave himself a few shakes, flicking remnants of leftover piss onto Willy's petals before putting his penis away. "Well I hope you a nice time here at on the twelfth-plus-one floor. I need to go, before this protection amulet wears off. Also one of our new scholarship students has gone missing and if I can't track him down soon we'll have to assign the money somewhere else. But I'm rambling. I'm sure my problems are of no interest to you, farewell."
And with that Professor Goldflow hurried back to the elevator before he could catch a curse. As he pushed the button for the ground floor he briefly wondered if that strange flower was perhaps the mysteriously absent William. But as the doors to the elevator closed he perished the thought. Surely the winner of their most prestigious scholarship wouldn't have gotten themselves cursed on the first day before classes had even started.