For this one: You must persuade a classmate to go on a date, despite previous rejection and your corresponding hex. Matt's note, this one is sourced from Oberon's speech to Puck in Act 4, Scene 1 of A Midsummer Night's Dream. The original text follows this monologue.
GROWING UP (any gender, mid to late teens)
I'll consider removing your hex. I'm not a bad person. And I'm certainly not a bad magic student. Hexing you with cheesy body odor? Definitely within school rules. Probably.
So, just remember, I'm doing you a favor. I'm not like, feeling guilty or anything. I'm removing the spell because you've done some growing up in the last week. Haven't you? Yep.
I overheard you on your phone. You were talking with Sandy, right? I heard you admitting that I didn't come onto you. That I didn't necessarily start crying when you rejected me. Good. That's the mature thing to do. The truth.
So, like, part of growing up is being forgiving. So, I'll show you how it's done. You just agree to tell no one about the body odor hex. I'm not a bad person. I just wanted to help you see what it's like to be... embarrassed. You'll come out of this, better educated. I AM one year ahead of you. It's like I TUTORED you.
After I lift the hex, I bet we can laugh this whole thing off. Would you... would you like to do that over pizza?
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes. If you would like to use this piece, please credit: "Courtesy of Matt Haynes and The Pulp Stage"
Welcome, good Robin.
See'st thou this sweet sight?
Her dotage now I do begin to pity:
For, meeting her of late behind the wood,
Seeking sweet favours from this hateful fool,
I did upbraid her and fall out with her;
For she his hairy temples then had rounded
With a coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers;
And that same dew, which sometime on the buds
Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls,
Stood now within the pretty flowerets' eyes
Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail.
When I had at my pleasure taunted her
And she in mild terms begg'd my patience,
I then did ask of her her changeling child;
Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent
To bear him to my bower in fairy land.
And now I have the boy, I will undo
This hateful imperfection of her eyes:
And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp
From off the head of this Athenian swain;
That, he awaking when the other do,
May all to Athens back again repair
And think no more of this night's accidents
But as the fierce vexation of a dream.
But first I will release the fairy queen.
Be as thou wast wont to be;
See as thou wast wont to see:
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower
Hath such force and blessed power.
Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen.