"...unpack?"

"Unpack, eh? Well, it doesn't look like you have much with you. Do you have a... bag of holding, or something?"

While Giz looked up a little bit to see if there was any sort of magical, vacuous bag at Hazel's belt (as if she hadn't checked out Hazel's hips already), Hazel herself stood there, a bit bewildered. She looked around, behind her, and eventually opened the door to view outside exactly where she left her luggage. But then, with horror, it hit her.

...they then entered through the ornate doors of Miss Goodfeather's office, the luggage she magicked especially for Hazel shoved itself against the nearest wall to the door, being released from its magical possession for Hazel to grab whenever handy.

She left it inside the Headmistress' office! Oh gods, she was dead. Hazel wasn't even sure if the sex-bent ruler of this academic glory-hole would care, but she could only imagine what could be going on in that room! With a sigh as large as the sun of anxiety hanging over her head, she turned her hand on the doorknob, and looked back to Giz.

"N-No. No, I don't. I left it in the Miss Goodfeather's office."

"...On... purpose?" Giz asked, curious as a cat.

"Well, no. I left it there because I was distracted by all those papers. Damn it all!"

"Well, that's no problem! She probably hasn't even noticed. I don't really think she's the type to incinerate all your belongings for a small slight."

"No," Hazel groaned, stuffing her head into her puffy witch hat, "I'm not worried about that. You said it yourself! I've got a target on my back. I can't go out there! It's dangerous."

"Well, you can't be a hermit. And you most certainly can't be a hermit without a change of clothes," Giz said, but suddenly continued a train of thought, "...or, I guess you could, but you'd be stinky hermit. And there are no stinky hermits in our room, got it?!"

Hazel smiled, but rubbed her head while the heat of the moment got to her head. "Argh, you're right, but I really didn't want to leave the room until tomorrow. I'll just suck it up, I guess, and put up a warding spell or two."

"Ooh, that's the right idea! Use your brain, Hazel. Godspeed!"

~~~

The courtyard had a bit more underlying anxiety jabbed into it, now that Hazel knew the great risks of waltzing around on-campus. She could be accosted by anyone and with the wave of their hand they could have Hazel under their power. Right? That was how that worked? God, enchantments were hard to grasp. Big fireballs and freezing bolts were easier to imagine for the tactile-brained Hazel.

Hazel walked along, and tried to take in the sites around her, for purposes of getting herself distracted enough to be unaware of the general air of arousal from the surrounding students. The meadows between sidewalks were truly beautiful, and the well-placed walkways could easily show all the work the druid department had to offer. Where the finely trimmed grass and beautiful magical flora wasn't, there were grand, ancient oak trees, taller than a hill giant and sturdier than the bedrock far beneath them. Many students seemed to enjoy leaning against them... while they fucked each other senseless.

Okay, maybe something else could occupy her mind! Hazel focused elsewhere, on the giant, ornate buildings that were the dorms, the various primary halls that housed the school's many departments. There was each of the main respective magicks (aside from necromancy, which many schools dare not touch), such as evocation, clerical studies, druidism, and more. However, at an uncharacteristically large building, embossed in large font at the forefront of the building's roof read 'Pearlwhip Hall For Eromancy' which Hazel can only assume to be the forefront of her fears. The building itself, where the dorms had red brick and the main office held pure gray stone, Pearlwhip Hall had bricks of nigh pure, stark white, almost like marble. At some edges and finishes, there were dark hues of purple that looked strikingly similar to the shades of the few instances of lust magic she experienced. It looked beautiful, she couldn't lie, but she knew that beauty stemmed from something surface-level, and simple. Decidedly, she takes a route to purposefully avoid any and all direct line to that hall within a certain radius, which wasn't the most convenient choice, but a smart one, she thought, nonetheless.