This is not Idaia's closet.
It's something weird.
That could be either a really good thing or a really bad thing.
She probably wasn't going to succeed at what she needed to succeed at anyway; worth the gamble.
She steps inside.
"MU doesn't lose that many students, like one or two every year or two."
"Well, not compared to other colleges in my world, but I guess. I'm not sure if I was counted in the statistic or not, I was missing but not dead, but they didn't know that at first..."
"Good to know, though. I was already assuming 'somewhere between Materia and Valinor-when-shit-isn't-going-down in safety level'."
"That would seem to encompass most reasonable safety levels, yes."
"I'm not sure whether Materia is more or less safe than...what my family walked into."
"...Materia is... It depends, a lot. I am reasonably sure that whatever they walked into is safer than being on Materia and doing science experiments all morning and insulting fae over lunch and blasphemy all afternoon and tickling dragons twice weekly. It's probably more dangerous than being a human in a developed human country on Materia and operating a grocery store and knitting."
"There is a reason I am afraid that Fëanáro will go there trying to rescue me and be instantly cursed and killed in fifteen ways."
"I got along with my father-in-law so I suspect you're right!"
"Anyway, I saw bacon and eggs last night, I'm gonna go make breakfast."
Then she'll have it!
What's your schedule look like? I can go over more scrolls with you when you have time.
Idaia has a fairly reasonable class schedule and is happy to go over it with Bella.