It Raises... Questions

The wait in your room is agonizing. Every minute feels like an hour as you sit on the edge of your bed, occasionally looking at the door as you try to get some of the textbook reading for your next classes done. Of course, concentrating on such intensive tasks given the situation is all but impossible so you turn your attention to your new Dragon Fairy. Tara alternates between pacing on the windowsill and flying in circles around the ceiling as it seems she is working off some stress as well. You are starting to get a little dizzy watching her when you hear a knock at the door and go to open it.

As expected, you see the Headmaster and Professor Dove standing there but unexpectedly you see Professor Aspecta as well. The three enter and once you have the door closed, the Headmaster indicates for you to sit in the chair by the study desk as he sits on the edge of your bed and Professor Dove sits on the edge of Liam's. Aspecta remains standing, hands behind her back as she looks at you with an almost Zizana-like dispassionate expression on her face.

"You understand why we are here and talking to you now," the Headmaster begins, "do you not, son?"

"I do," you reply, "It's about what happened with Parisa, right?"

The Headmaster nods. "Then let us begin with your account of the incident in question."

"She invited me over because she said her roommate had something I could use for my familiar," you begin before indicating Tara, who has landed on your shoulder once more to look at the three teachers curiously, "and we talked for a little bit before she started getting... aggressive."

"What, exactly," the Headmaster asks, "do you mean by 'aggressive'?"

You squirm a little, not sure how appropriate it is to go into specific details. Seeing your discomfort, Professor Dove says, "I realize it's difficult discussing such activities with your teachers, especially in such a serious situation, but we need as many details as possible to ensure we've got a complete understanding of the situation."

"And while the warning spells we have in place can alert us to a lack of consent," Aspecta suddenly interjects, "it cannot tell us some of the finer details such as if other hexes were at work or if she simply was unable to act appropriately in regards to her attraction to you. If you earnestly believe it to be the latter, it is not inappropriate to say so. You have proven to be quite popular so far, have you not?"

A slight blush comes to your cheeks even though you appreciate Aspecta's frankness. Though, given the way Professor Dove is side-eying her and the Headmaster chuckles under his breath, you get the feeling she may have spoken out of turn.

"She..." you finally resume, trying to think of the best way to word it before just deciding to be direct, "... really wanted me to drink her breast milk for some reason."

That gets an unexpected reaction from the three members of the faculty before you. The Headmaster frowns very deeply as Professor Dove brings both hands to her temples and lowers her head for a moment. You just barely hear her whisper under her breath, "Oh Parisa. Why?"

Aspecta has a wry, unhappy smile on her lips. "I see why you asked me to join you for this now," she says.

At your confused expression the Headmaster asks, "How well did you know Parisa before this incident? Specifically, of where she comes from."

"I saw a picture of her parents," you reply, "and she got a bit... defensive about it when I noticed her mom was a water nymph."

"It is a touchy subject for many in our world," the Headmaster says, "While cross-breeds are certainly not illegal, they sometimes can have abilities that must be tracked carefully for they can easily be abused."

"In this case," Aspecta cuts in again, Professor Dove still looking too upset to speak, "a magically inclined human mating with a nymph tends to give the off-spring a greater control over the form of matter that nymph is associated with. In this case, that would be liquid."

The Headmaster nods in agreement. "So it is quite possible," he says, "that the milk she was making her body produce could have easily become a poison, a transmutation elixir, or even a love potion at the... let us call it 'the point of contact between you' for now."

"Impossible!" Professor Dove suddenly snaps, looking back up again, "Parisa isn't that kind of girl! Something else HAS to be going on here! She would NEVER--"

"Those breast pumps were required to ensure she could comfortably fit into her bra and shirt while we talked to her," Aspecta interrupts while pushing her glasses up her nose with a forefinger, "So she certainly generated that milk for some use."

For a moment, your subconscious flashes you the mental image of Parisa as her huge tits are crammed into a milk pump. Her nipples squirt out milk with each hiss of the machine, making her cry out from the sensation. Of course, the effect is ruined somewhat by the realization that if it happened like that, she was probably bawling her eyes out the whole time.

"And I understand your **** to believe, Professor," Aspecta continues, "If a student I had personally vetted for had betrayed my trust in such a manner..."

She trails off and Dove shoots her a glare that you are pretty sure could be considered an attempt at a **** curse. "Professor Aspecta," the Headmaster says in a tone that is somehow still calm and yet has a very grave note of warning in it, "that is a separate matter to be discussed later. MUCH later. For now, we must see if there is more information to be gleaned from the current situation here."

Aspecta nods to the Headmaster and replies, "My apologies, sir."

Given the small smirk on her face and Dove's continued scowling, that was probably not a very sincere apology but that is not currently any of your business.

"There was something else," you say, drawing the attention of all three of them back to you, "When she was really trying to... **** the issue, her eyes started turning purple."

Silence greets your statement, the Headmaster's hand going to stroke his beard in contemplation as Dove's eyes light up in shock and Aspecta tilts her head to the side. "When that happened," Dove suddenly asks with an almost **** tone, "did you feel any sort of magic emanating off of her?"

"No," you reply, "It was kind of strange. And when I... uh... hell, when I got her to drink her own milk, it made her eyes get even more purple."

"Potioncraft!" Dove exclaims, "It has to be that! Someone must have--"

"A time-release, slow acting potion that makes someone want to perform an act that specific?" Aspecta interjects once more, "Nonsense. The equipment needed for such a potion is out of the reach of most students, not to mention the skill needed to craft it would also have to be of a level only a very elite few could manage."

Seeing that you are confused again, the Headmaster explains, "Potioncraft is a dangerous art in the world of magic as it can be very hard to detect. As you know, most magic involves uses the projection of energy from the user to the subject so it can be fairly easy to track. Potions, on the other hand, are both activated and act internally in the subject so there is no outward energy to trace and making it much more difficult to find when one is responsible."

He takes a moment to sigh before adding, "On top of that, by the time you could perform some kind of blood test, most potions will have evaporated from the blood stream or been fully absorbed, leaving no trace behind."

"Even with those factors considered," Aspecta says, "it is far more likely she acted on her own will and the purple coloration was some of her own transformed milk being absorbed back into her system as she prepared you to ingest it. And if it was some kind of devotion elixir, it would not have caused her to deviate from her intentions until she overdosed."

You frown in thought before asking, "What's going to happen to her?"

"Expulsion, at the very least," the Headmaster responds frankly, "With the possibility of her spending several years under monitored surveillance, house arrest, or even adult prison if the law outside of our walls feels she has violated the cross-species accords badly enough with her actions to prosecute."

"That is assuming they WERE her own actions," Dove snaps bitterly.

"Which they most likely were, given the evidence we have," Aspecta states.

"What do you think, son?" the Headmaster asks, "I cannot guarantee your answer will allow for a modicum of mercy in whatever Parisa's fate may be, but it is still worthwhile for you to speak on if you feel her actions may have been her own or not."

He looks you dead in the eye and you get the sense he is trying to gauge the truthfulness of your response as you open your mouth and say...