Nope. Up the stairs she goes!

Deciding to bite the bullet, Hazel meanders to the closest set of stairs she can find and makes her way up. Her legs, the longest part of her body but short even still in any relative scale had a grand time with that decision, quaking as she made it up to only the second flight. The next few went slower, but because of that, Hazel began to hear things that she most certainly wasn't meant to.

Some of it was normal. Some instruments, casual conversation, but the flight between four and five was a mess.

"A-Aah! Come on, come on, do it! Please, fu-"

Hazel smacked her palm to her forehead, cheeks red for the umpteenth time today. However, that didn't stop her from hearing the accompanying thrusts into the wall and creaking of bedsprings. Was this kind of behavior that normal? There was the occasional horndog at every school, but it felt here there was a sickness!

The last many steps caused Hazel a great deal of exhaustion, but by the time she got to the top, the anxiety stricken in that brain of hers about the many questions she had about the girl she was rooming with ran amuck in her mind. Who was she? Was she a good spellcaster? Was she normal. Was she hot? Hazel ran a hand through her amethyst hair and by the time she passed her eyes, she realized that she'd made it to the right place.

Room six-oh-nine. God's cruel joke against her.

After hesitating for what felt like far too long, Hazel turned the doorknob and pushed the wooden door open, looking out into the room ahead of her. And all in all, it was a pretty alright space, for two people to inhabit. There were two desks for study, a nice, big dresser with many drawers, a nice, big window with a view of the campus, and directly in front of her on the opposite wall: A bunk bed with two seemingly very comfy, twin -sized beds.

The top bunk looked to be Hazel's own, because the bottom was... inhabited.

Hazel silently gasped as her wandering eyes finally darted to the elephant in the room. Her roommate. Her nude roommate--mostly nude, anyway. She still had her uniform knee-socks on that Hazel was honestly a fan of, since it paired so well with the pale skin of the witch. She was laying across the middle of the bed, her lower half hanging off starting with the ass that was Hazel's every dream, showing off right to her face. She looked closer and saw a hand just underneath those cheeks, between her thighs and massaging a very pert pair of lips with a thin line of shiny liquid drooling underneath it. Hazel's hands quivered as she clutched her paperwork, pupils trying so hard and failing to look at the naked spectacle ahead of her.

"Goddamn..." the girl whispered, slipping a few fingers into herself. This must've been a scene in action, because she obviously wasn't meant to walk into it.