The setting sun cast out on the towers and halls of Hogwarts, the giant, beautiful castle. A falcon shot around one of the highest peaks, wings coming out to drift on a current of wind. Piercing eyes caught sight of something out behind the school near the Forbidden Forest, it curved in the air and started gliding out from above the castle to the grounds. Bringing its wings in, the falcon shot down in a dive toward the grass below. Just a few feet from the ground, its wings cast out to turn up and glide. In another instant, the falcon started to change, shifting and becoming larger, wings shooting out into arms, claws and feet extending out, beak flattening and becoming a mouth, feathers on the top becoming blonde hair. With slight dust coming up as boots landed, a blonde woman stood in witches robes, giving a smile to the other professor in the backwards robe.<br/><br/>Katya had taught at Hogwarts for a couple of years now. She loved this place, seeing the students every year, especially the first years. Most had seen magic before because of their parents, but the ones like her, who came from Muggle families, were seeing everything for the first time. It was fantastic. The people here made it even more special, she'd gotten to know the other professors fairly well, and she'd dove from the sky to chat with one just now.<br/><br/>"Synclair, hello," she said, putting some fingers through her blonde hair to settle it. A problem with changing mid-flight was that it messed up your hair, but that was arguably worth it. "Looking forward to the new year?" she asked, consonants hard with her accent.