Many lewd remarks and stares later, in her dorm room

Stumbling back into her room, worn out fully from the day's happenings, Emily locked her door, casting the proper magical bolting spell on it and double checking this time that her room was secure before face planting onto her bed.

From outside a faint breeze blew into her room, the day's events flashing through her mind. She was conflicted about a lot of things, her growing submissive attraction to her teacher, despite the dynamic they shared, Gala's apparent attraction to her and the satisfaction she had felt in embarrassing her back for once, even if just a small amount in comparison to Emily's own troubles. She recalled that girl she bumped into before, tall and lanky with cute rounded glasses adorning her freckled face, her ginger hair curly and soft. She was cute, Emily thought, and though she looked familiar Emily couldn't recall where she'd seen her before.

She thought about the way she was treated through the rest of the day, an almost masochistic, guilty pleasure in how the other girls were looking at her, knowing she had nothing on under her dress, the same excitement she felt when Derris, and to a lesser extend Gala, were playing with her on stage. She was asked a few times, both boldly and nervously, if she would be willing to flash her nude pussy to someone, or if she was taking suggestions on her next "exhibition" outing, but as oddly tempted as she found herself to indulge her admirers, she denied any further intent to show people her bare ass or boobs for the day, despite a few times wanting to give a treat to the particularly shy or demanding girls.

For just a moment, she hesitated to call the mice back, even to go to Lee's place for a spare pair of panties, wondering just how far she would be able to go in her current state as her face went from pink to dark red, new fantasies beginning to crop up in her mind...

Shaking the perverse plot from her head, she focused herself on the present. She had Kaylie's posse out to get her now, plus a bit of (mostly) unwanted infamy with the other witches of the Academy, she had to be safe, newly discovered fetish or not. Bringing out her wand and idly watching the sun set through the window outside, Emily called the mice yet again to aid her, noting as she heard them approach that they seemed to already be excitedly waiting for her, a thought that made her smile to herself as she awaited her new friends. Scampering in as energetic as usual, the trio from before sat at the foot of her bed as she addressed them.

"Alright, this time I have a plan. I'll send one of you to each of the other dorms, there might be some evidence in one of those. Each of you make sure to get a good whiff of my scent, it should help with finding my panties. Er, my normal scent not... Y-you get what I mean. If you find anything, drop it off here on my bed if I'm not around."

Emily held out her dress sleeve for the mice to catch a scent from. They all quickly picked up on the right "frequency" of scent, squeaking in confirmation as they dashed into the hole, popping in one after the other, perfectly sized to fit into the opening. It was always satisfying watching them move around their tunnels, perfectly snug but unrestricted in their movements, almost sliding through them. It looked comfy, Emily thought.

Left with nothing to do while she waited, she decided to go to Lierra's dorm and pick up a spare pair or two, in case the mice came back empty-handed again. Locking her door behind her, triple-checking this time that is was secured, she proceeded down the spiral stairwell. As she walked through the halls, the windows now finally shuttered to keep the cold wind out, she noticed the usual spring in her step had returned, no sign of the nervous sneaking or dashing she had done before. There wasn't really a reason to hide it now, everyone knew about her predicament. It was oddly freeing, feeling the breeze under her skirt, brushing against her bare pussy, no fear of being caught out anymore, passing by the few other students out this late with newfound confidence, waving to her friends and classmates as if nothing were different.

She still had to watch for traps though, that much she knew. She had only just cast the detection spell when she found a poor girl strung up in a trap, magical bindings of vines keeping her suspended upside down, a vine rope tightly wrapped between her legs and shifting any time she moved or struggled, a sufficiently stimulating sensation judging by her embarrassed and stifled moans. Helping her down with a quick dispelling chant, the girl thanked Emily with a hug before hurrying on, flushed. It felt good to help others out of situations like that after being stuck in one far worse and more public herself.

It was otherwise an uneventful trip until she reached the third year dorms. As she was passing by the Greenhouse she spotted the glasses-wearing girl she had bumped into before, her tall frame bent over and pushing her admirably sized rear outwards, clearly unbeknownst to her, while inspecting a small collection of potted plants sitting outside the enclosed garden. Emily called out to her as she approached, startling the ginger witch, causing her to stiffen until she noticed who was coming towards her.

"O-oh, its you again. H-hello... I- well, I wanted to, uhm, apologize... f-for earlier today..." She stuttered out, her voice weakening as she spoke, sounding remorseful.

"Huh? For what?"

She had only just asked the question when the girl burst out into tears, and Emily recognized from where she had seen her. Taking a better look at her, she was most definitely the third year Emily had seen plotting with Kaylie the previous night.

"I-I... Sniff I'm s-so sorry! Kaylie m-made me do it, she made me make that m-mean wind spell, and set it up for Gala, and, and..."

Going up to the poor sobbing girl and patting her on the back, Emily already had a firm grasp on the situation. Kaylie was known for manipulating people into giving her their personal spells or just straight up stealing other peoples homework and techniques before, granting her the lesser known nickname of the "Thief Princess." Emily could guess why she targeted this poor witch judging by the strength of the magic circle she was trapped in earlier.

"I-I swear, I'll do anything to make it up to you, anything! I-I... I'd even be, w-willing to let y-you even the score..."

Her desperation, shy fidgeting, and the implications of her wording made Emily more than a bit uncomfortable, and she quickly shot down the notion. Not that she didn't briefly consider her offer first, the girl was rather adorable, and Emily did have a thing for glasses...

"It's fine, I forgive you. I know what Kaylie's like, the bitch... Even if it was used for a prank on me, I thought that wind spell was really cool. You're clearly real talented at making and hiding spells like that, I had no clue it was there until Gala set it off!"

The ginger looked up from her hands, tears still streaking down her cheeks, and turned to Emily, a sparkle in her eyes.

"You, you really think so? T-Thank you... I've recently learned how to store multiple spells across a wide area, most newer witches seem to think its restricted to only individual magic circles, but you can actually spread the stored magic out across multiple small circles and hide them, it makes very efficient traps and-" She paused, remembering who she was talking to, before continuing after Emily gave her an understanding smile, "S-sorry... A-anyways, I study things like nature magic quite often, so using wind magic in that way came somewhat naturally to me. I was actually practicing using the technique with water magic to make a fully magical automatic sprinkler system, a big spell to water the whole greenhouse at once! So far, uh, it's only left me soaking wet and the plants lightly spritzed..."

Emily was intrigued, this was the first time she had learned anything about Magical Botany beyond what was explained to her by school staff or second years going through the basic courses, she rarely had the chance to talk to third or fourth years with an interest in it, or talk to upperclasswomen at all, really.

"Are you in the Advanced Magical Botany class then?"

The girl looked surprised, but answered excitedly.

"Yes! Actually, I don't mean to brag, but I'm the head Student Botanist. Oh! I know! I could give you a tour of the Greenhouse a year early to make up for everything. Oh, er, if you're interested, that is!"

Emily was very interested. She talked with the girl for another few minutes about what to expect, and what the sealed off garden was really like, before remembering her plans to see Lierra. It was getting dark, and she'd have to hurry to avoid any night-time magical creatures that might sneak into the school looking to snack on some unfortunate witch's magic reservoir.

Walking and talking with the girl, she introduced herself properly and learned her name was Alice Shyle, a cute and rather fitting last name, Emily thought. Parting ways with the red-head as they approached the second year dorms, Emily promised to stop by the greenhouse some time after school for the tour, Alice informing her that any time during the week after classes were over would do.

Entering into the second gear dorms, Emily luckily only had to walk up a single flight of stairs, Lierra's room being relatively close to ground level, a commodity Emily was often jealous of with her seven flights of stairs to climb every night.

Knocking on her friend's door, it quickly swung open as Emily was practically dragged inside, the faint scent of lavender and potion mist emitting from Lierra's room as always. It was adorned with various bottles and ingredients, herbs and oddities strewn across the tables, with a miniature cauldron located in the center of the room. Lierra was a potions wizz, and was basically as much of a medical center for the first years as the official school nurse was. She even dabbled in more out there potions, things such as transformation spells and love potions, though she never let anyone know how she made them, nonetheless use them, as they were clearly more potent than anything taught in potions class until at least the third and fourth years. Emily did remember hearing a rumor about Lee using a special potion once that could temporarily increase the size of certain body parts, though she vehemently denied ever making such a potion.

"Oooh, Em! I'm glad you came, I was worried for a moment you might, well, start enjoying your lack of underwear a bit too much..." She shyly blushed, giving Emily a teasing smile, the pantiless witch nervously laughing off the statement despite how close to home it hit.

"Pssh, no way, Lee. Now, you said you had some spares that might fit me?"

Lee wasted no time and dove into her drawers, her room a mess with clothes hung up in odd places and potions supplies floating around aimlessly, permanent levitation spells cast on them to keep them out of the way of work until they were needed. She eventually returned from the depths of her drawers with two pairs of frilly, light-blue panties and a single pastel blue bra sporting lace along its edges to match. Emily thought purple, black and red matched herself best, but Lierra always insisted blue would look cute on her, so she guessed this was her friends not so subtle way of testing that theory, even if she wouldn't see the results. The fabric of the underwear was so thin and loosely woven that they were practically see-through in the right lighting, and despite how soft they were they weren't very warm. Emily had seen her friend's choice of underwear before, but it never ceased to surprise her how she insisted these were her more "tame" sets.

Emily had her guesses about Lierra's use for her taste in lingerie, though she denied any accusations of any lewd happenings on or off campus. Aside from winter break, witches could only leave the Academy again once they learned how to ride brooms, a skill taught in the second year, and one Lierra conveniently used every few weekends to visit a town on the outskirts of the forest, a town known for witches running away to it to find a lover among the non-magic folks, as Emily often teased Lee about.

After chatting for a short while, Lierra offered for Emily to sleep over, as to not have to walk all the way back so late at night, but she refused, too tired to stay up gossipping as she knew a sleepover with Lee entailed. Though she'd never admit it, she slso wanted to take one last walk through the halls of the Academy bare-bottomed, finally starting to accept her newfound fetish, though it certainly wasn't one she could indulge in for a long while after the days prior events without her reputation being marred even further.

Taking the pairs of suspiciously sexy underwear from Lee with a grateful smile, she pondered changing immediately for a moment, but she had already made up her mind to take her final lewd walk. Thanking Lierra, and waving goodbye, Emily stowed her borrowed panties and bra, however likely the latter was to be unused, and continued on her way.

It was entirely dark now, the only light illuminating the halls being the faint moonlight, no students besides herself left wandering the halls. Lighting her wand with a simple illumination spell, Emily listened as the erie silence was broken only by the hoots of owls and the tapping of her shoes against the stone floors of the Academy. The last bell had already tolled back when she left Lierra's room, and while not marking a strict curfew, it was more for the safety of students out late than for their restriction. After all, the most dangerous and mischievous monsters and Fae that lurked in the forest around the Academy premises came out at night, and some even went as far as to sneak into the school to snack on any unsuspecting Witch's magic energy. Or flesh.

But she doubted she would run into anything...

(A/N: And as of writing this note, after finishing the tweaks and edits to this chapter, I've never been more ready to continue a story with any less of an idea of where to go! I'll be taking a while to plan out the next chapter, I already had some notes on what Emily may encounter next, but nothing concrete besides a definite focus on Emily's love life, with a multitude of fun candidates to pick from. Whom of our current cast of lovely witches would you like to take for a spin on your "Magic wand," be it real or plastic, dear reader? I'd love to know~!)