She will definitely figure out that hunt later but she hasn’t yet! The present situation is pretty Slaughter. An outside observer probably wouldn’t be able to tell that she was Beholding and not Slaughter.

“O calamity, your fate is ruin” is aesthetic as hell, though, and she makes a note—an actual physical note, written down by her inner-dimension self—to learn it well enough to cast safely. “It makes things go squish” probably isn’t a good enough description to qualify.

Eventually, when it’s been a couple of hours and Orion shows no sign of slowing down, she cuts her way close enough that he’ll be able to hear her over the dinner even without Soundboard, and asks, “Are you planning to go to bed anytime soon, and if not, do you want coffee or something?”

"Oh man I could super go for like a Red Bull?" he says, skewering something with about six hundred legs. "I'll catch a nap tomorrow, this is fun as hell."

She hands him a Red Bull. She has no grounds to criticize whatever, she is also loving this. 

He does some kind of flashy expensive spell that squashes everything in a certain radius flat, chugs the Red Bull, and flings it at a mal before following up with the harpe.

This guy has style. If at any point he seems to be slowing down on the expensive flashy spells she’ll offer him some more crystals. Meanwhile: stabbing things! Omnisciently!!!

Oh no, he's not slowing down at all. He seems to have an unlimited supply of mana.

Huh. Mals have to be able to sense how much mana someone has in order to determine how tasty they are, right? She’s DFEW’d a shitton of mals, can she sense what’s going on there?

That creature would be incredibly nourishing if she ate its delicious cream filling, too bad it's the BIGGEST FISH IN THE SEA AND CAN ABSOLUTELY EAT YOU FIRST.

…Huh.

She used Unleash the Magic to pick up wizardry; she’s never actually DFEW’d a wizard per se. She does that now on him.

Hey, that thing she just killed? Does she want its life essence? It's right there, very yoinkable.

—Let’s go with yes.

Delicious. Nourishing. Invigorating. Rather neatly explains why he's having such a great time over there.

Haha wow holy shit??? How did she get this off a wizard kid and not one of the mals. I mean it sure explains his behavior but what the fuck. Maybe this makes perfect sense when you have all the context but she does not.

(Okay now she has enough information to categorize him as Hunt instead of Slaughter.)

She had not been aware that tonight could get more fun but it sure just did.

She’s not going to interrogate him about this now, though, she is going to kill things so hard.

YAAAAAY DEATH

Death and fear. At least one of the kinds of mals she got was able to directly sense fear; and while she doesn’t in fact find it nourishing the way she does the death part, she spent enough of her life expecting to grow up to be an avatar of a fear entity that a part of her can’t help but glory in it anyway.

The Red Bull and adrenaline will carry Orion through the night.

Kareen prefers tea, so she has to drink more of it to get an equivalent dose of caffeine. But she had an excellent nap earlier, so she doesn’t need as much caffeine.

Eventually the morning curfew bell rings, and the influx of new mals ends.

“That was brilliant,” Kareen declares, stretching languorously.

"Yeah!! Can I have like a smoothie and a pile of bacon and then I want to go crash for the morning - it'll be Saturday now so I'm not even cutting class."

She hands him a twenty-ounce smoothie and a very large plate piled precariously with bacon, which is much easier with her pocket dimension hack.

"Fankfsh," he says around a faceful of bacon, and he traipses up out of the gym.

Kareen spends a few minutes using heavy-duty protective gloves to pick up bits of mal in case having them is useful later and then heads up to the cafeteria.

Kids are accumulating there, and the handful who were resignedly starting to line up for Sad Tater Tots And Scrambled Eggs eagerly abandon this endeavor, to join everyone who was waiting for her and greet her with a sleepy morning cheer.

She grins back and pumps a fist and begins distributing breakfast foods. Waffles! French toast! Bacon! Tomatoes, because she is English!

Some of the Scholomance kids are also English! They will eat breakfast tomatoes.

Non-English kids will not find themselves much inconvenienced; there are plenty of non-tomato options. Oatmeal! Hash browns! Cereal with too much sugar and real milk!