"Damn teleportation."
As soon as she emerged from the portal, Dorothy expertly hugged a trash can and started spewing rainbows; at that moment, she realized a serious problem—she might have to endure this unbearable teleportation every day from now on.
After all, given the size of Witch Academy, if it were a short distance within the One-Ring or Second Ring, she could still fly on a broom, but if the club headquarters really settled in the Thirteen-Ring, then living in the central Tower of Shine, she'd have to rely on teleportation to attend club activities every day, or else she couldn't possibly fly at full speed for hours on her commute.
Ah, this...
At this moment, the homebody witch faced a tough decision, which was: go for cheap rent, wallet at ease; or stay close to home, self at ease.