Mags looked quite respectable in her clean, navy blue blouse and pale grey slacks. Her long, silver colored hair was braided into a neat little bun on the top of her head and her glasses were perched on the end of her nose. Not that she needed them, but she had found out the lucky way a few times they could stop things from hitting your eyes directly. The rumors did nothing to deter her as she head straight for the headmaster's office to let them know she had arrived okay and to double check where she was suppose to be teaching.<br/><br/>Freezing at the yelp, she changed direction and charged toward the stairwell. Seeing the dead student, she shook her head and looked up to see what might have caused the fall. She was just in time to spot a dark haired girl leaving the area. Mags watched her with narrowed eyes. Funny how she seemed to be the only student leaving the area while the rest gathered like a pack of wolves to the slaughter. Or did until the teachers started to appear and shooed everyone off to class. She heard one of them say quietly, "Not another one" while another said "What shall we do now?" Apparently this wasn't the first time something like this had happened and Mags curiosity was piqued.<br/><br/>Just cause she was forced to move to this town, didn't mean she couldn't make the most of it.