The affronted yelp that ensued was easily audible from downstairs, if not the new building itself.

Mitsuya clapped her hands over her mouth swiftly, eyes darting around both in embarrassment at that little outburst and apprehension that someone might find her. When she was sufficiently reassured that no one had been summoned up to the room (waiting far less time than she ought, to be sure), she left one hand to nurse her achy face and the other to pick up the scroll that had so unceremoniously enlightened her.

Enlightened? She wasn't sure she felt (more) enlightened, but she was yet a neophyte in the ways of magic, after all.

Magic. What a remarkable thought. Not at all what she had expected such mundane surroundings to be hiding.