Well, of course not!

Hazel stared at her headmistress, dumbfounded.

"Ma'am, I mean no disrespect when I say this, but in no manner of speaking was I expecting such... liberal education from this school. From you! Everyone knows you from your expertise in general magicks, and with no mention of else. I definitely would've taken note if this was... anywhere while I was searching for a school. This should definitely be reported, at least in your own sources!"

Miss Goodfeather had a look of normality on her face and she leaned back into her chair, taking off her circle-lensed glasses and setting them on her desk. She expected this.

"It's like this, Miss Monroe," she said, and with a flick of her finger, lifted a book with the thickness of an arm into the air, a small purple aura surrounding it. It floated into the air immediately ahead of Hazel's face, and began flicking through pages. No words, the book showed, but instead diagrams of the history of the witch-people. It flicked through many things Hazel already knew; the founding sisters of the grand coven, which first tapped into the magic stream years ago, the various hunts their people suffered by the non-magical population centuries ago, and even the civil wars in between various grand witches in quests for power. It was all in the past, Hazel knew, but as the book kept flipping, it began to show more and more... promiscuous witches. The sad part was, they were all persecuted, shunned, and even in **** cases, stripped of their magic.

"Many travesties have happened to our people. Some could argue that most of them are faulted only to ourselves, and I can only wholeheartedly agree. Witches are a strict sort, the higher up in the ladder you go. The Coven, many years ago, under the pretense that the magic was evil, banned any sort of eromancy from being practiced. I considered this the worst possible thing to do to such a beautiful, arcane art. You saw my students outside, Hazel. The intricacies of their work--I don't think they'd be able to craft such beautiful constructs without a bit of erotic aid. Those who wish to pursue it I believe should have every right to, just as the people who don't do not have to."

"Ah... well, I suppose that makes sense. But why haven't you found a way to warn your students before getting into all this mess?" Hazel asked, her eyes scanning through the merciless book.

"I have. That is what this is, Miss Monroe. I'm giving you all the information you could ever need, and for no other reason than for you to be informed. You can still take a major in a broader art. You can have the cleanest schedule in this school, for all I care."

"Good, and I-"

"But, should you decide to ever take a class that my school specializes in, every door is open. Always. Even if only for an elective!"

It was then that the headmistress smiled, and her book floated back into a close-by bookcase. Hazel smiled, awkwardly, but her superior did the very same, with true passion.

"Alright then, headmistress. I... don't suppose there's anything else, then?"

"Ah, yes!" Helena, in all her confident glory, stood up and scooted over to a filing cabinet behind her desk. She opened the third drawer down, and bent down to grab some paperwork. It was then at that moment that Hazel's eyes, curse them, traveled to what they most desired to look at in that moment.

Curves, curves, and more curves. Pure woman, and Hazel could only get an eyeful. She wished she could say she had a pure heart and mind while in this office, but it seemed that this school, the headmistress, or some curse set upon herself led her to a dark, horny place. With a blush, she shook it off as the headmistress stood back up, with a thick stack of paperwork. She plopped it in front of Hazel, and the poor girl felt a rush of air from the sudden movement that dense stack of papers brought with it.

"Just need you to read through and sign all of these, okay? You can take them back to your dorm, if you like. I believe your room number is on... page 37! Now, off you go. I've got to do this orientation a few more times!"

"Alright, headmistress..." Hazel said, looking down at the heavy paperwork as she picked it up. The font was small, even with her glasses on.

Hazel then began to walk off and head towards the door, when the headmistress interrupted her one more time.

"Oh and one more thing, Hazel."

"Yes, headmistress?"

"Please, call me Miss Goodfeather. Headmistress is far too formal for me."
Miss Goodfeather winked, and sent Hazel into another deep blush.

"Yes, okay, good talk! Bye."

Hazel walked out with her hands mostly occupied by newfound paperwork as she walked out of the administrative office, and began her way to her dorm.