Claire slowly walked in towards the reception, she was in her human form, and was wearing purple jeans, a purple top with white sleeves, and a sort of purple biker jacket with no sleeves. she had purple highlights in her hair. If you would have seen her, you would think she was some rebel biker chick, who was here to cause trouble, and you would never in the slightest think she was here as a teacher. She lent on the desk in front of the reception area, and rung a little bell, that was convieniently placed there.