Violetta lept, and took purchase on the upside down windowsill. The vast and slightly shimmery landscape of the forest was all she could see for miles around this building, and for some reason that made her nervous. How big could a witch's labyrinth get? And what would happen when she reached the other end, would she get spat out into the real world? Or would she just bump head first into an invisible wall mid-jump and plummet to her death? She glanced down, and tightened her grip on the window. A view like that could give an albatross vertigo. Maybe the witch was down there, conveniently placing itself just where a normal human would fall and a magical girl would stay up. But nah, Michelle hadn't been that smart in life. Was she? 

Violetta lept from trunk to trunk, more out of boredom then anything. It'd be so easy to just nudge a bunny around here and send it plummeting to their death or whatever familliars had instead. She, Violetta would just have to wander around till she found the witch,. Maybe she could antagonize the other two girls if they ended meeting each other again. That would be fun. It was always a source of personal annoyance that the only real power that was capable of fighting the Authority to any significant degree skulked around in the shadows rather then fight. It seemed such an inefficient way of going about things. Violetta dreamed at night of ranks and files. Of sorties and rooftop-to-rooftop duels and carpet bombings of grief seeds ready to blow. People could get behind a good war. It gave people something to do, and something to die for. Nobody makes mortal sacrifices in peacetime. It happens twice a day in a good fight. 

She stepped on an upside down branch and pressed on.