The most insulting thing of all frankly is that nobody even asks where she's gone. Or, rather, how she's gone. She thought magic was meant to be weird and spectacular, and now nobody is even giving her the courtesy of being surprised she's gone out of thin air. Darcy huffs and takes the out when it's given, slipping away through the open door while the breeze ripples through it. She's going to find somewhere quiet and away from everyone to calm herself down.