Brienne pursed her lips uncertainly. This place seemed determined to test her willpower left and right. Closing her eyes, she steadied herself amid the flurry of Imdius' insults and antics and the entrance of several more people. By the time she opened them again, Bellatroix vanished from the room, a decidedly pink girl stood nearby, a young man near-ish to her, and someone who looked like a botched patchwork procedure did its best to put him back together and nearly failed. Xue was gone and the headmaster's office finally looked empty enough to enter once she could extricate herself from this mess of people. All at once, she just wanted a long, restful nap. Rubbing her forehead with her right wing, she refocused on the present.
The pink girl's words finally rolled through her brain. "Miki Haruko?" That's a name she'd remember. "Uh, thanks, but I-" oh. Brienne looked on curiously as Miki wrapped her hair around her shoulder. It lengthened and twisted into... vines? Definitely vines. The pain leeched from her arm slowly, the edges of her wound itching as the skin and muscles knitted back together. Resisting the urge to rub at it with her wing, she waited for the pink-hair girl to unwrap the hair from her shoulder. Though blood still clotted her black feathers, it felt fine to fly with.
Again, she wondered what kind of crazy place she'd gotten into.
Rolling her left shoulder a few times, the harpy offered, "Thanks Miki. I appreciate that." There wasn't the slightest hint of sarcasm in her voice. An ability like that would have come in handy more than once on some of her foresting trips. Getting injured in the woods far away from civilization was never fun. Without any form of human guise, Brienne couldn't visit a normal hospital either.
With her odd half-hopping, bird-walk, she sidled up next to Gem. "Hey, let's go talk to the headmaster now. The sooner we get this chat over with, the sooner we can get back to class." As the words left her mouth, Brienne knew she might just head to her room for that nap she wanted. Either way, first things first, she needed to get this done with before anything else. Scooting closer to the door, she decided to take initiative again. Fiddling with the round door handle proved easier said than done. The smooth surface slipped and slid between her silken feathers with a soft, whispery hiss. Crouching down, she hooked it under the underside of her arm, squeezed it close to her body, then leaned back to turn the handle. Pulling it open some, she shoved her foot into the gap, then let go of the handle. Stuffing her wing into the gap next, she opened it wider.
The whole process to about twenty seconds, and looked absolutely foolish. Oh, to have hands.