A Newcomer at Hargrove Academy

Hazel may have bit off more than she could chew with this one, and that was a sentence she never thought she'd have to say.

She was the valedictorian at the time of her past graduation, after all. Hazel had a profound understanding of the normal education she received, but what was even more impressive was that she could such powerful evocation from her wand that it even rivaled her teachers! The only downside to her magical prowess was that she was physically weaker than most girls, with a 5' tall body that was lithe and perky, not muscly; the only thing she really had going for her body-wise was the fact that she had a rather lifted, taught bum and lovely pair of B-cups, and, of course, her abnormally purple-dyed hair.

In any case, why had this new blood of Hargrove been so nervous? Why, she had just entered through the front gates, and she'd finally gotten a glimpse of what the school was all about. As she looked around her, the little witch began to see an abundance of students, teachers, and staff, all around the lawn. Most looked normal--normal as far as witches go--but some, as she looked further and further into the outcropping, began to look... devious. Some of the magically-inclined ladies had collars, others were on the leash. Some were dressed beautifully, and others were hardly dressed at all! Hazel knew the witch population didn't necessarily have a culture that really fit into modern society, but she'd never seen such debauchery behind one simple gate before!

Some of the more specific sights were what really worried her, though. Some witches were using their magicks on each other in ways others found taboo. Enchantments, transmutations... some had even crafted chains, gags, and rope all from their own mana! Not only was that not easy to do, but it was worryingly intricate! Some even laid their eyes upon Hazel as she walked in, seeming to take in her cute braid and squeezable curves all with one lusty look. They smiled at her, but she’d be damned if she’d smile back. She was used to those looks from boys, but... not so many of the same gender as her at once.

Hazel gulped, but immediately shoved everything she saw to the back of her mind before she could accidentally ogle back to the ladies that stared at her. She had a purpose for coming to this place this day, after all: She was supposed to be meeting with the Headmistress to finalize her housing and class information shortly! She couldn't let herself be taken aloft by those sweet, beckoning eyes... she had places to be!

After the newcomer nervously, carefully took her first real step forward, she realized that she still had her luggage dragging behind her, half the size of her body, and easily just as heavy. Hazel sighed, but kept chugging along, step after step. She could've easily used her magic to pull it along, but her wand was stuffed into that heap of luggage, and frankly... she wasn't sure if she trusted the girls around her to not take advantage of her body as it was bent over.