A poke at her shoulder proves otherwise.

"Hazel Monroe?" a voice behind her asked, full and womanly.

Damnit. Maybe it was just a teacher? A professional upperclassmen?

Hazel flipped around, painting a careful smile on her face. As she took in who exactly had gotten her attention, her eyes widened. It wasn't just any upperclassmen or teacher that had startled her so; it was the Headmistress herself! They'd never spoke in-person before, but she'd seen her face all over the hidden arcane circles on the internet. Her long and curly black hair paired with the perfect amount of beauty her dark skin and detailed foundation created made for a great look of professionalism, and the way she dressed only accentuated these details. A long, silky black dress hugged her entire body so tight, any one passerby was just a few mere details away from making out what was underneath. She also had jewelry covering her, from bracelets to earrings to necklaces to anklets, all golden and a deep contrast to the rest of her outfit. Aside from that, she had mature, motherly breasts that went well above Hazel's head due to the mistress' towering height, so the only the thing that Hazel ogled during all this time was the ass that matched the drapes--hips that even some of the modern era's pop singers were jealous of.

With every little detail that Hazel had took in before she met this stunning woman combined with what was happening now, she could feel herself nearly melt on the spot. She was just here to shoot some fireballs, craft some concoctions, and get a degree! She wasn't expecting all this... sexuality in the air.

"Uhm... yes? That's me!" she finally said, speaking the first words of her campus stay.

"Ahh, good to meet you, then! I'm Helena Goodfeather, your Headmistress. Did you just arrive?" the woman of a woman asked, idly stepping around Hazel to stand in front of her. It seemed the mistress witnessed the struggle that Hazel had with her luggage, because without so much as a snap, the case seemingly began to walk with them, as if it had a mind of it's own.

"Y-Yeah! I was about to make my way towards your office, but I got a little busy..." Hazel answered, letting go of the handle she was clutching before now. "Thank you, by the way."

"Oh, it's no problem! Don't want an academic like you worn out on your first day. Let's walk and talk as we head to our little meeting, hm? I've got all your papers out and ready on my desk..." Miss Goodfeather said, smiling humbly. It seemed the headmistress was shockingly down to earth when it came to her students, unlike many of the witches with her level of grandiose usually were.

As they made their way across the courtyard, the headmistress began to explain a few things, an action much needed for most every witch entering the campus on her first day.
"I'm sure you must've been spooked when you first came through the gates," Goodfeather said, while Hazel nodded a bit embarrassingly, "You see, Ms. Monroe, we here at Hargrove take pride in our broad arrangement of degrees. Some witches, like you, seek further education in the more practical arts, like evocation, transmutation, alchemy... but for others, things aren't quite that simple."

"Right, right..." Hazel nodded behind the Headmistress, looking upon her as she walked slightly behind. She was easily the greatest gift of human beauty she'd ever been graced to see, viewing the various curves and convex natures of the body beyond her, encapsulating the center of her vision. Hazel didn't want to admit it, but it did make her feel quite a bit, if not just as flustered as when she looked upon the students going at it on the lawn. This woman must've been the sheer definition of sexuality.

By now, the two had made it into the main building. It looked just like any other school, and the look was abnormally normal for a deviant's school like Hargrove. The walls were well-nurtured stone brick, and the floor a marble suitable for an ancient greek temple. After Hazel adored the sights for a little too long, they then entered through the second set of ornate doors to Miss Goodfeather's office, where the luggage she magicked especially for Hazel shoved itself against the nearest wall to the door, being released from its magical possession for Hazel to grab whenever handy.

Hazel, walking into and looking around the magical room they were in, nodded. There were arcane knick-knacks and trinkets throughout the various bookshelves around them; very mysterious looking skulls, potions, necklaces, but the most noticeable things was headmistress Goodfeather's lovely choice for library stock. Titles such as The Warlock's Guide to the G-Spot and Eromancy for Dummies: Bones and Boners littered any free space on the shelves that they could muster. It would be disconcerting, if Hazel wasn't certain that the entire rest of this place was just as disconcerting. But just as she was reaching into her deeper thought, she tuned back into the Headmistress' introductory speech.

"If by a crude way they attained their powers or by sheer dirty curiosity, some of the young witches these days like to be more adventurous with their powers. Now, we still have those core classes, but as of my employment here we've taken care to include a fair share of the more intriguing classes for those special students. We offer them up as electives and even have subset majors for those who really want to dive into it."

Hazel, considering all that the Headmistress said, found it difficult to fathom how she could speak about all this with such a professional face. She looked so serious--sure, she must've said these anecdotes thousands of times before to various newcomers, but the subject matter was simply perverse!

"Say, for instance... you decided that you wanted to specify your major further out of evocation. You could go into some of the elemental magicks, of course... but we also offer a degree in tentacles, lust magic, spanking..."

All Hazel could wonder was what intricacies could there possibly be about spanking. And, of course, the fact that this was all preposterous.

"Now, I have to say, those classes do get to be rather interesting." Helena laughed, and let out a little blush. "Sometimes I like to sit in. What can I say?"

"I don't imagine a reserved girl like you would be interested in something like that though, right Miss Monroe?"