What?

That is really all that comes into your head. You are so confused you can’t even get the word out. The woman just stares at you waiting.

She is very attractive, she is also a sphere that is apparently a few hundred years old. Turns out that is weird enough that your even your cock is going, ‘What?’

She huffs and her dress reappears. She sulks over to a couch and collapses onto it. “Seriously I haven’t been out in two hundred years and I’m not getting laid.” She looks you up and down. “Probably wouldn’t last long anyway.”

And there’s your limit. “What the Fuck is gong on?!” You shout, the fire suddenly gets brighter.

“Oh aren’t we special.” The woman says still pouting. You both stare each other down. In most cases you wouldn’t be able to stare down a woman wearing a gown that slinky after she just asked for sex but again hit your limit.

After a while she rolls her eyes. “Fine we’ll talk first.” The implication that you would be having sex afterwards was, she sat up and crossed her legs showing off her thighs, absolutely fine. “Ok so you’re an Amarok.”

“What’s an Amarok?” You’d never heard of that before.

“I thought Fenrir was kinda pretentious and a little ominous, I mean the wolf that kick starts doomsday is pretty badass but kinda worrying.”

“That didn’t answer the question.”

“An Amarok is a wolf that hangs around in the far northern forest, they have a tendency of eating people who go hunting in their territory.” She grins and her canine teeth sudden lengthen. “They also take in strays of pretty much every species and help them to grow stronger.”

“Oh.” That was, an interesting answer.

“So house Amarok a few extra rules than the other houses. One,” A ball of smoke appeared before you. “you’re not allowed challenge people, but people can challenge you.” As she spoke words streamed out of the smoke ball and floated below it. “Two, your assignments will be marker far harsher than everyone else’s and I’ll be issuing a few as well.

“Three, you are only allowed to participate in group events, like sports or performance, if you have express permission from the teacher governing them.

“Four, if you bring home a cutie I get sloppy seconds.” The last one made you stop looking at the smoke writing and stare at her. “Hey two-hundred-year dry spell surely you can throw me a bone, or pussy, whatever you’re into.” She’s grinning at you with almost childish glee. “Other than that you follow the same rules everyone else does, except that you are allowed to bring people from different houses home. Not that anyone in any other house even obeys that rule anyway.”

“Ok,” you try and warp your head around the rules, ignoring the last one for now. “ok. Challenge?”

“Like duels or one on one competitive games, basically don’t start shit, let the other guy start shit and beat their ass into the ground.” You look at her to see the childish grin still in place.

“And two?” The seemed really unfair considering you didn’t grow up in the magical life.

“It’s a whole thing, if other students are marked on the same scale as you, it ruins the grading curve. As for my assignments, well why spoil the surprise.”

“But I’ve never done any real magic before.”

“Sucks to be you then.” You both stare at each other for a moment, “You-you do get that I’m your personal mentor right, I’ll be teaching you everything you understand in class.” Ok that makes sense and now you think about it that should have been really obvious. “This is going to be a lot of work me.”

You’ve about hit your limit for information and the other rules seem logical enough. “Ok.” The woman seems to pick up on that as well and uncrosses her legs giving you an eyeful.

“So about the fucking.”