Temptation says yes!

"Well, Giz, what's up with, like, anything here? I got the talk from the headmistress--Err, Miss Goodfeather, but I think she might have a sort of one-sided view to all this."

The two were sitting on the bottom bunk now, together, but sitting a fair bit or so apart; close enough for Giz, and far enough away for Hazel. Giz did, in fact, put a shirt on. It left itself loose on her body, large enough to hide even her bum.

"I think you might just have a bit of a pessimistic view to this place in contrast, don't you Hazel?"

"Well, I haven't had the most orthodox welcome. You'd think the students would wait until after the first day to start doing it on the lawn, but..." Hazel answered, crossing her arms around a pillow.

"...Haha! Yeah, they do that. Not everybody, but I will say it's a fun prospect, depending on what you're into. It's not like much of the rest of the students mind, anyway," Giz responded, looking to Hazel with arms astrewn. "Well, I should say that, to start, most of the people you find here have a bit of a warped sense of reality, due to the sort of education we teach here. Some are sex-crazed, others hapless romantics looking for the perfect mate. It's not as if this whole setup is perfect for anybody--more than a few witches have defected to truly dark magicks from here--but Miss Goodfeather really is onto something. She gave you the whole historical discrimination spiel, right?"

"Right?"

"Well, there's something to that, I've found. I think the Missus realizes that, as well. See, when us witches channel our magic through our willpower and intellect, there's a certain amount of strength that comes with that. Abjuration, evocation, conjuration... they all work well if we use our brains. But, the more you think about it, and the more you realize at this school, if you summon your magic from other places within your body for other types of magic; enchantment, illusion, transmutation... you'll find a wellspring of new power for you to tap into. That's why some witches in ages past were discriminated so for enacting such types of magic."

Giz wriggled in her seat a little bit, bit her bottom lip ever so slightly, and turned to Hazel even more. "Think of it this way. The classic love potion: everyone knows how to make it. Just a couple of rare ingredients holding you back. What they teach you here? You can enthrall people with your magic alone; make people your slaves, your pets! Tie them up with a thought, punish them on a very whim! It's a witch's dream, isn't it?"

Hazel was watching Giz as she spoke, thinking to herself on thoughts of the powerful magic this school could fish out of people... it was no wonder how it was so high regarded among the alumni. Though, listening in more, about all the specific, nitty-gritty acts made Hazel's heels shudder and cheeks boil.

"Their slaves? Really? That sounds..."

"-Sexy?" Gizelle asked, smirking deviously.

"No! Dangerous! My god, Giz, how do you even function..." Hazel rubbed her head and fell back in the bed, staring up at the top bunk while Giz turned to her again.

"Everything's dangerous, Hazel. You don't shoot bolts from your wand to tickle, do you? This is serious stuff. And speaking of which... I should mention. With you being a newbie and all... you should be prepared for anything."

"Anything? What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm a sophomore, now. Last year, the upperclassmen took to 'breaking me in' as it were. Not that I didn't like it--I loved it, but I've no doubt in my mind that some of the stuff they might do could worry you."

"Well, what did they do? Don't just leave me with anxiety!"

Giz blushed, and back as well. She cocked her head towards Hazel, this was the first time her cheeks flickered red in their conversation.

"Well... I mentioned our alternate, more powerful methods of spellcasting? The pets? The slaves? The spanking, the gagging, the ropes, the punishment?" She asked, smirking through all of it.

And then, silence, while Hazel stared, expecting more to come from that sentence. After nothing for a few seconds, Hazel's eyes shot open.

"All of it? Really?"

"Yep. Not everyone stops at a kiss, Hazel."

"C-Couldn't you have protected yourself? Didn't you want it?"

"Well, I could've, but they were upperclassmen, you know? More powerful, more attuned. Some of them could even manhandle me. And you, at your stature?" Giz shrugged, giggling a little bit. "Well, I'd give you a few days, tops."

"I..." Hazel said, shocked to received such news. It was terrifying, in a way, but in another, she was so curious... how it felt. How it would feel to be enslaved, to have her mind messed with. What would she be **** to do? Undress? Follow her master around on a leash? Worse?

Giz snapped her fingers, bring Hazel's attention back to her. "Wh-What. What?"

"I said, just be careful, and steer clear of mean faces, okay? Most of the girls pretty well choreograph how they're gonna treat you, alright? Unless you wanna see what happens when you talk to the mean girls, that is."

"I would never!" Hazel exclaimed, pointing a finger to Giz in protest.

Giz sat there, gradually scooting closer to Hazel throughout their conversation. By this point, she was a few inches closer than before, and for now, that's all she was aspiring for.

"Alright, Hazel. I believe you. But keep in mind we do practice divination, here. If there's a single pervy thought in that brain of yours that you're pushing to the back, someone'll find it. I'm not even saying that to scare you, either."

"What, then?"

"I just think, at that point, you might feel a bit better. Maybe you were meant to come to this school, is all I'm saying!" Giz smiled, leaning back against her sheets.

"Alright, alright," Hazel finished, sitting up again. "Thank you. For all the info. Much appreciated; really."

"It's no problem, lovey. Just don't hate me for masturbating in anticipation for a new roommate."

And with a final, harsh blush, Hazel stood up.