::Paige looks up when she hears you knock on the door, her eyes taking in your appearance quickly. It never takes long to make a first impression, and it seems that even she can sum someone up quickly.::

"Hey there. You're new here, aren't you?"

::She looks up from her desk, placing her pen down onto the dark wooden surface. The soft lighting in the room creates a warm atmosphere, and though the red-head suits the room, there is a radiance of power from her, as is symbolised by the decorative plaque on her work surface. Ms. Paige Matthews: Headmistress.::

"How can I help you?"

::A hand moves across the desk, going to pick up a form from the many piles of pages on her desk, but then it catches the edge of a glass, spilling the clear contents all over the table. Suddenly, the milky white paper on the desk turns transparent, soaking up the water from the accident.::

"Ah, shoot!"

(Oh my god, such a clutz!)