Learn on your own.

You begin to speak but Dean Le Fey holds up another finger. "Very well. Take a uniform from the desk behind me. It will help protect you from any transformation spells as long as you wear it. " Before you can ask what desk he is talking about, it appears behind him. You give him a wide berth as you walk to the desk and duck behind it to change. You feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up and it is clear he is somehow still watching you. Hurrying to get dressed, you tell yourself you made the right decision in not taking him up on his offer to study 'under him'.

"Oh yes, I would have absolutely enslaved you, enchanted you, and enveloped you in my jism. Let that be your first lesson, boy, everyone will fuck you if you give them a chance. Better to fuck them first. Your room is W 111, your roommate will fill you in on your orientation. Do try not to embarrass your father by ending up some pimple faced punk's love ****." His eyes glow and the white light fills the room. You shield your eyes, but it's like the light is everywhere, blinding you completely...

....

"This is gonna get old fast." You say to a room full of nobody before walking out the door. As you close the door behind you, it melts and disappears into the wall. You simply shrug, knowing it's not the weirdest thing you've seen this morning and that you'll probably see stranger still. You make your way down the labyrinthine halls past glowering faces. Everyone seems to be sizing each other up, like a high stakes game of poker is being played out with every step. You aren't sure if they can read your mind, so you try to think tough thoughts as best you can.

You tell yourself they don't know what you are capable of...which is true, since even you don't know what you are capable of. You hope that your bloodline will somehow reveal itself to you and you will discover the power to protect yourself...and possibly more. For now you are just glad your uniform protects you. Though you do wonder what will happen when you have to take it off.

You push the questions out of your mind, hoping no one 'heard' them and not able to decipher their poker faces. Finally, you make it to what you hope is the safety of your room. You knock tentatively, hoping your roommate doesn't have designs to 'fill you in' or alter your 'orientation'.