Morrigan Potter had experienced a lot of things in her admittedly short life of only roughly fourteen and a half years on Earth. From killing a giant snake when she was only twelve to surviving through a tournament known for being the cause of death for legally adult Wizards and Witches in the past at the age of fourteen. One of the last things she expected to do was waking up in what was clearly a new world after being very sure she got poisoned and died due to unknowingly eating something that was lethally way past its expiration date. Something that, in hindsight, should have been obvious.
Regardless of how she wound up in the new world, something that she was quick to notice was that she definitely wasn't a human anymore, but a being with a smoking hot bod most people would be willing to kill in order to have (in multiple senses of the phrase), short but definitely sharp claws instead of nails, a thin tail with a heart shaped tip, a pair of horns on her head that curled towards and as a result framed her face (which still resembled her face in her previous life, albeit with its natural beauty significantly enhanced), pointy ears similar to the elves of fantasy literature and a large pair of bat-like wings sprouting from her lower back when she found something reflective enough to use as a mirror, namely a lake, after wandering around for a few minutes (give or take). Seeing her new reflection also led to the discovery that her eyes were different from before, one of them to a greater extent than the other one. While her left eye was what she assumed was relatively normal for what she was, namely the left eye being dark green with a somewhat slit pupil, the right eye definitely wasn't, being golden and resembling the eyes of the Basilisk she fought and killed during her second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry by shoving a sword through its upper jaw and into its brain. Another thing that she was surprised by, and slightly worried, upon seeing her reflection was the fact that she was in her birthday suit and that she wasn't bothered by that fact in the slightest.
After a minor existential crisis and calming down from it, Morrigan decided that it was as good a time as any to find out whether or not she could fly with her new wings and how good she was at it compared to flying on a broom, which she apparently had serious talent with. Closing her eyes and making a strong flap with her wings, something that felt surprisingly natural, Morrigan slowly opened them when she felt the distinct chill of being at a high altitude send a surprisingly pleasant shiver down her spine. All the way from the spot where her head met her neck to the very tip of her tail. She was flying once again, this time on her own power. Letting gravity take its hold of her, she once again closed her eyes as she let herself fall for a couple of meters, before correcting herself in the air and blasting off in a random direction with great speed, unknowingly triggering a sonic boom behind as she kept accelerating, meaning that she was going supersonic at minimum. She absentmindedly noted that her mental processing speed seemed to dramatically accelerate alongside her physical speed, which meant that a bonus since arriving in the new world was the ability to instinctively tap into an ability allowing her to process information and react accordingly exponentially faster than what she could in her previous life when necessary.
After flying for about an hour, Morrigan spotted something on the ground that caused her to abruptly stop. Said something appeared to be a group of people defending a medieval wagon and themselves from… a rather large bear of some kind. The sad part about the scene below was the fact that most of the people were being slaughtered by the bear. Quickly making up her mind, Morrigan started rapidly descending towards the scene, more specifically the bear, readying herself to deliver an undoubtedly hard kick to the bear's back.