*Creeeeeeak!*

Hazel, in a very Hazel fashion, attempts escape. Can't fuck what she can't confront, right? Her hand immediately goes off her papers and back to the door, but at soon as she does, the weight of her body shifts from one foot to another, and on a floor plank she hadn't given enough careful consideration towards, a loud creak fills the room around her, and her new roomie.

"Wh-Whuh?" the girl says, her brain distracted and behind with all the silent pleasure she was conducting. With a turn of her head, though, that all catches up to her. In a fit of anger, she gasps, quickly flips around, and sits up, right as Hazel was turning tail to leave.

"Who. Are. You?" She asks, plain and simply, but with fire in her eyes. "You know the rules about voyeurs! There's a system for this shit!"

Oh gods. This wasn't good. Hazel wasn't a voyeur! Not on purpose, at least.

"U-Uhmm!" She flips around one more time, back to the girl, and steps out through the doorway, back into the hallway. "I-I'm Hazel Monroe! New Student! Your roommate! Innocent!" Hazel clutched her papers as though they were a support animal, and had the look of utmost fear in her eyes. This was not the sort of situation she was expecting to get into immediately!

The girl stood up and began stomping towards Hazel. Though the rage was still quite eminent, at least Hazel could get a good look at her now. She was a redhead, pale, and with freckles on her face and and shoulders like shotgun blasts. She was only taller than Hazel as the average girl was, but there was a sureness in her step that made it a bit more prominent. Hazel thought that stepping into the hallway would stop the naked girl speaking about the system of voyeurism, did not stop her strides until she was not just right up against Hazel, but pushing Hazel against the wall of the hallway opposite their room.

"You're my new roomie then, huh?" the naked redhead asked, looking the girl up and down as she pressed her hand against the wall above Hazel, staring her down with the full **** of an angry ginger.
"Don't suppose you know how to knock, roomie?" She asked, pulling her face in close to Hazel's.

"I-I... this is my room! And it's the first day! I figured you'd be out, or at a class, or..." Hazel droned on, mumbling various other things as she forcefully peeled her eyes away from the girl dominating her vision. This drew her vision to and immediately away from her supple breasts, hanging in the air cold-turkey. They were bigger than Hazel's, and were more than adequate, but that was all Hazel had the time to study as she tried to squeeze out of the tight spot she'd been put into.

"That's our room, pretty girl. And on any other occasion I'd welcome you, but..." The roommate paused, and with a sudden show of ****, knocked Hazel's papers out of her hands. "...you caught me in the middle of a very tough time."

"H-Hey!" Hazel said, looking at all the papers between them. "That was really not cool!"

Hazel, in all her introverted cuteness, had had quite enough. She could take a misunderstanding and a bit of anger that came with it, but her required paperwork would not be scattered, and she would not be humiliated. At her side, her hand began to reach for the wand that it knew so well, wanting to clutch it and **** the girl away. Just before she could manage to grab it, though, the redhead grabbed her by the wrist, and pinning her against the wall, she leaned in just close enough to plant a kiss on Hazel's open lips.