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Hizuki opened her eyes, fixing the three potential directions in her mind. She took a moment to breathe; extending her senses outward like that still took a lot of effort, doubly so for the mental work of sorting through which ones were relevant to her. She felt a brief pang of guilt over not being able to attend all three possibilities, but the magical girl pushed herself past it to focus on choosing which one she could actually deal with.

Homework was something she could assist with, and Hizuki could at least lend an ear to the other girl's troubles. However, if she was in a car, it'd be weird for her to just appear to help. She'd have to wait until this person was somewhere it'd be reasonable for her to appear, which could well be tomorrow at school for all Hizuki. The Daybreak would have to try to find her as Haruna.

Listening was something Hizuki could do. Making other people listen was far from her strong suit, but she could try to sway the other magical girl from doing anything bad in service of that goal. It also brought her closer to the school, which meant closer to the detention club and closer to potentially drawing in multiple opponents if things turned violent. That left the lost soul near her.

It wasn't a confrontation Hizuki was especially keen on. It wasn't especially likely that a light girl would be having those sorts of wants, which meant it was almost certainly another risk to approach. However, nothing was ever gained without risking [i]something[/i], and she'd have a much better chance of fleeing if she had to if there wasn't a handful of dark magical girls right at her back. 

Decision made, Hizuki turned to face the source of the dark thoughts, then stepped off the roof. Her wings snapped outward, bracing her against gravity. An aerial pivot and she's crossing the distance between herself and her objective just below the average roof level. Trying to keep her magical expenditure low-level and nonthreatening, she tilted upward again, bleeding off her speed until she's barely airborne, searching for the source of these murky desires.