Confrontation!

"Fuck!" Hazel thought, rummaging around in her bathroom stall for some sort of composure. Of course, as it were, composure wasn't something she could find so easily by looking around. Running her hands through her tufts of purple hair, she clenched her teeth and began trying to stuff her wand away and dispel her magic peeper.

It seemed as though it was readily apparent that Hazel was frantic, as the seeing orb in the other room corresponded to her immediate movements. It was shaking around, and it seemed to be, somehow, trying to look away from the headmistress' glare. And a glare it was. She stared up in ecstasy as the student with the pixie-cut below her seemed to be **** on... something. Hazel still couldn't see, damn it! She could only surmise that a certain transmutative hold had taken the headmistress. It would probably be better to say that Goodfeather had taken hold of the transmutation, considering what little she knew about the woman.

"Hhhhazel Monroeee~." The three-eyed headmistress opened her mouth, speaking her words in a very slow, sultry manner of realization. That student below her yelped as though she thought someone was in the office, trying to hide under the desk a little bit.

"M-Muh-Miss Goodfeather!" she said, exclaiming with a whisper.

"Oh, don't even worry, girlie. Seems we've just got a diviner watching from afar. Why don't you scamper off, now? I'll show my thanks later." The headmistress rubbed the girl's head as she began to scurry from under the cabinet, running off from the office and out the building. Hazel could hear the girl's footsteps as she ran past the bathroom, and Hazel only felt more nervous.

Readjusting her glasses, Hazel was finally able to end her concentration on the spell (It was a mix of some self-composure combined with the lack of distractions, which her spell's orb focused so well on) and prepare to leave the bathroom. Just as she was running through her opened stall, though, she found herself immediately hitting herself against another body.

She gasped, looked up, and up, and up further, until she met the woman's gaze ahead of her. Goodfeather.

The woman wasn't as tall as this whenever Hazel first saw her. Right?

"Hazel."

"...Headmistress."