[GM] No, she fails.

As the flighty fae frolics through the air, something is amiss, the pressure of the air felt heavy and the wind was blowing in an uncanny valley kind of way, it was... Artificial.

Once Digit touches the antlers of the stag it warps, like spaghetti the seemingly rigid antlers go flaccid before the creature collapses into a puddle of quickly dissolving water. It was an illusion.

"What do you mean she's not here?" A familiar voice echoes through the wood, coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. "Digit knows better than to keep me waiting, I'll make her wish she was dead, her arse is grass" the voice rang out, infernal undertones, like the crackling of fire under a fresh wet log, unmistakable it was, that was the dorm matron "Alibaster, go find whatever hole she's apperated into and bring her to me at once for reprimand, this is absolutely unorthodox."

Then all goes quiet, and a tense feeling of being watched overcomes as fragments of a school hallway that leads to a spiral staircase intercept unnaturally with the thicket nearby, like someone had dropped it there from the sky some time ago using a sledgehammer to sever it from whence it came.