The woman gave a slight huffed and stepped in behind him, walking into him forcibly if she made any pretense of standing still. "You are welcome to enter and stay until the Tribune says otherwise, or O'Lantern calls upon the right of Home." she slammed the door shut behind them, making it almost fall off its hinges, and followed the others towards the lunch hall.
The short walk to it brought them along a corridor going through the entire body of the school, which was a lot bigger than originally seen. About halfway through, the changelings and the woman walked past a section where two long windows went on for about 15 feet. On both sides there were small gardens with the faint light from the sun shining in from above. One garden was surprisingly well kept, looking like something from a late Victorian period, with several very small 'steps', or floors of flowers in different colors. All were local, or at least from around roughly the same territory, and a small fountain with a cherub on it was sprinkling water down into a silvery bowl. The water poured out from his hands that were stretched out and cupped as if he was offering the water to someone.
On the other side, it was almost the complete opposite. Life was thriving here at the expense of order, a mix of plants, weeds and even a slender tree with a small ring of mushrooms in the shade of the tree. It felt... like a small, small forest.
The woman, however, seemed to have no interest in the two opposites, instead continuing on into a large hall with an even higher roof (easily two of the building's floors in height) with several rows of tables and chairs. Age had taken its toll here too, of course, with several of the furniture overturned, broken, covered in dust or mold. A swing-door lead into the kitchen, and a large fireplace occupied the majority of a corner in the room.
Once they were all in, the woman closed the doors behind them, folding her arms and waiting for them to react.