That Saturday, Lianne makes sure to get all of her weekend homework and studying done by noon. She then explains the "scouting group" to her mom, gets permission to go and then 'maybe' stay out late 'hanging out at the library.' She packs her phone, a flashlight, a textbook, and bus fare, then heads to the community center.
Lianne takes a deep breath and lowers her sword, then dismisses her transformation entirely and sits down.
"You're telling me," Alex says, de-transforming. "I couldn't have handled that on my own. It was great working with everyone, though."
Sophie, meanwhile, quietly returns to her normal clothes and begins looking for the witch's grief seed.
"We should all top ourselves off," Sophie says, clearing the small bit of dinginess from her gem before passing the seed around. Hopefully it'll be large enough to clear all of them, they all kinda used a lot of magic, even with the additional clearing midway through.
Mallory will take it if it's full, or give it to Alex (who used one of her own spares during the fight) if it still has some capacity left.
Once they're all healed and walking back to the community center: "Next week we should spend some time discussing this fight, including the mistakes we made. It's late for now, though, so I can drive everyone home."
Alex, it turns out, had also parked at the community center, but Sophie lives just far enough to appreciate the lift.
Lianne, of course, lives all the way out in the suburbs. She gets everyone's phone numbers before they split up, then once they're in the car asks Mallory to drop her off at the bus stop, thanks her for everything, and heads home, where she spins a story about hanging out with her new friends. Once her mom's satisfied, she has dinner, then goes to collapse into bed with a groan.
She really hopes future witches aren't as hard to kill. (She'll need Kyubey, she thinks, to identify ones she can take on her own. She does not want to stumble across something like - that - without backup.)
That'll be a problem for another day, though.