Outside the school, 50 yards up.

June appeared only a few yards from where she had been. In a sick twist of fate, she was looking in the direction of her dorm straight through the window when she appeared. She managed to recognise her dorm room and the Montaq, which had a bulging belly from its meal of Don, before she realised she had no ground beneath her feet.

Her fall seemed so long, even though it was only a few seconds before she hit the water. It was cold at this time of year and stole the heat and breath from her.

The school, built upon a rocky column above a lake, was beautiful to behold when you first came here. But the fall was certainly, less enjoyable and the cold water even less so. The lake was fed from a glacier. It was fresh but freezing.

June scrabbled for the surface as she felt movement around her. Too focused on getting air, she ignored it. By the time she reached the surface, her lungs were screaming for fresh air. She gasped in a breath of the evening misty air. Her skin burned with cold and stood out in gooseflesh. Her legs caught on her skirt as she treaded water looking about for the fastest way out of the water.

There was a rocky outcrop at the base of the column of stone the school was built upon, it was only a dozen yards, or so she started to swim in that direction. Her swim was ungainly and slow as her muscles started to seize from the cold. But she didn’t dare use magic again to warm her in case it malfunctioned.

As she swam, she felt more movement around her but could see nothing in the water as it was getting darker. Dismissing the movement as fish, she continued. She reached the outcropping exhausted and sore, her muscles cramped and her teeth chattering.

She scrabbled up onto the rocks and found a spot to rest her wand before stripping off her wet skirt and panties. She then picked her wand up and took a breath. “Time to try magic again.”

She waved the wand and said, "Flamenca." And watched as her wet clothes started to steam. Confident she would not set herself on fire, she did it again on herself and felt a warmth spread through her as he skin dried. “Thank fuck.”

She wondered what she was going to do about her nudity. She couldn’t conjure something new that was difficult and complicated, but maybe… She looked back down at her skirt. There wasn’t much fabric there, but maybe enough. She fixed in her mind the kind of thing she was looking for and focused on the skirt. “Gretari finichi.”

The skirt shifted and changed, she couldn’t conjure something new, but she could restyle what she had available. After a few moments, she picked it up and tried it on. It slipped over her head as she intended but didn’t go as low as she had wanted. Her new look was essentially a small blanket with a hole for her head and a belt. It would cover most of her bust but leave a huge amount of side boob. She pulled on her panties as she tried to figure out a fix.

“Gretari finichi.” She said again after a short while of thinking. The garment again shifted, melding into its new shape. It now looked like two V’s joined at the top. A plunging neckline went all the way to her sternum and halfway down her back, and the bottom of the V went between her legs to join with the back.

She nodded to herself, it certainly wasn’t fashionable, but at least she was exposed.

“Very clever and cute,” a voice suddenly said.