"Ah, yes, a common misconception. The Mages Guild applied political pressure to ban all types of necromancy wherever it could, but those policies died with it, and were never applied in the College anyway. The College does prohibit the types of necromancy that involve trapping sapient souls into their corpses, as well as the general practice of, shall we say, creating our own materials for necromancy; those things are also illegal, although the latter is merely illegal for being murder. And, culturally, humans and especially Nords in Skyrim tend to abhor both summoning and necromancy even more than they do magic in general, for common sense reasons. It does not help public perception that many of the most notorious and destructive rogue mages out there are necromancers. As such, I recommend care when practising the Art; most people will not use Conjuration in public, for fear of reprisal, and even if it is not illegal anywhere in Skyrim the keepers of the law have historically been rather loose about this fact.

"Aetherial constructs do not have this stigma, however, so should you be fighting with a bound sword or anything like that people will only react negatively to the fact that you are performing any magic at all.

"So, out of the three schools, summoning is by far the simplest one to start with. And we will start simple." He walks over in the direction of the alchemy lab, grabs four potions from a cabinet, then places them on the floor across the hall from the Apprentices. "Stay where you are, and summon these to you. Do not move them, they should not go through space to get to you, they should sidestep space instead.

"Once you are done with this, I have a book on introductory summoning for each of you that I would recommend that you read so you can get the basics of summoning entities rather than just inanimate objects, as that is a more complex matter.

"You may begin."

Ruby pokes at the inside of his head a bit and concludes that yep he can definitely do it and so once again elects not to until someone else—Onmund, in this case—gets it first. He's not really sure why he's hesitating about this, they already know that he's an amnesiac and there's no reason why he'd be exactly at the same level of knowledge as the average Apprentice, but still.

Maybe he should mention it to Tolfdir.

They all get their copies of the introductory summoning book—including Brelyna, who says that having a basic understanding of dealing with Daedra and spirits is useful even if she's not going to go into Conjuration—then retire for lunch.

Their afternoon lecture is herbology with Thelsa Andalas, and the group is early to class once again. The instructor isn't in the room yet, but two other people they don't recognise are: a female orc and a male human, both on the cushioned bench next to the wall across the room from the entrance.

Also the human is eating the orc out and jerking off.

Both Ruby and Onmund freeze when they notice, but the couple doesn't so much as glance up at their arrival and Brelyna and J'zargo both keep walking like it's unremarkable and take their seats.

Eventually the humans resume walking and take their own seats. Onmund leans over to Ruby and whispers, "I'm a Nord, what's your excuse?"

Ruby was still kind of stealing looks at the couple and jumps a bit when Onmund talks to him. "My what?" he whispers back.

"You don't have any memories of being raised in a culture where that's weird like I do, but you looked like you thought it was weird."

"Oh. Yeah, guess I did. I don't really... know." The orc lets out a louder moan than her previous breathy sighs which sends a jolt directly down Ruby's spine towards his dick.

Onmund notices the change, and is not himself unaffected. "...is this just... okay?"

"Brelyna and J'zargo don't seem to mind much."

In fact, Brelyna's casually playing with her pussy a bit with one hand while she's holding a book with the other, looking a bit flushed.

Which is when the alchemy instructor walks into the room. She spots the couple first and says, "Ms. Muguk, Mr. Raddsgar, I am about to give a lecture, so please make sure not to be too disruptive."

The human still has his face in the orc but the orc says, "Yes, ma'am," with a shuddering voice then immediately has to bite the back of her hand to muffle another moan.

"Good enough." Thelsa turns to the new Apprentices and says, "Good afternoon, then. I believe I don't have all of your names, why don't you introduce yourselves?"

"Onmund, ma'am," he says, still looking a bit unsteady.

"Ruby."

"Brelyna Maryon."

"And this one is J'zargo."

"And I am Thelsa Andalas, Alchemy Instructor and Herbologist for the Wizard College of Winterhold. With that out of the way, let us begin. This lecture will be about—"

She is interrupted, however, by the arrival of a human who's looking the kind of flushed one does after running through the biting wind and snow of Winterhold. He stops to catch his breath, steadying himself by leaning on a wall. "Ma'am," he says, out of breath.

"I was beginning to think you would not be joining us today," says Thelsa with a smile before turning back to the Apprentices. "This is Tarakel, Scholar, and he will be watching my lectures as part of his training in instruction and herbology. I will ask him to help me with some things, here."

"Yes, ma'am," he says even though that wasn't directed at him, and slowly makes his way to a seat next to the Apprentices.

"Anyway, as I was saying, this lecture will be an introduction to herbology. We shall learn the names and properties of a few of the better-known plants used in potionmaking as well as a few details of how to determine said properties, although the practical lessons will get in more depth about the latter with some actual experimentation."

The way everyone seems to just... literally not care that there's a couple fucking over there in plain sight—Brelyna stopped touching herself and is now entirely focused on the lecture with no more ado than that—is on the one hand making it in fact kind of mundane and no big deal...

But on the other hand it's really hot and he wants to make use of it.

So with his right hand he grips his own dick and starts slowly, lazily stroking it, and his left hand he places on the bare part of Onmund's thigh. He doesn't do anything else, yet, just lets it rest there.

Onmund freezes completely—except, that is, for his cock, which jumps to attention faster than it's ever done before. He looks up at the teacher...

...who is continuing to talk about plants with not so much as a look.

O...kay?

Ruby's watching those emotions go through Onmund's face from the corner of his eyes and once Onmund seems to relax some he slides his hand further to the side so he can grab Onmund's cock. The tips of his fingers can barely meet around the girth, and it's long enough to go reasonably far past Onmund's navel. Which means he has a lot of area to cover while he continues to be almost painfully slow in his ministrations.

And he is, in fact, actually listening to Thelsa Andalas's lecture at the same time. Maybe not with all of his attention but he's getting the gist of most of it.