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Beau Geste stared blankly at Kaen as he ignores her very existence... then everyone else as he focuses on the dragon kid. The distraction was enough for her to miss the moon mission with Imdius. She watches as he talks to him for a while, talks about a tournament then heads on his merry way, and all she can do is give a brief wave. "Well, that was weird," thinks the totally one-to-talk creature who feeds upon emotions. Returning focus to the rest of the surroundings she notices a blank spot where a student used to be. She scratches her head and assumes he had to go to the little yokai's room and shrugs it off. "Well then." She sighs.

As she turns to look around she sees Imdius missing, maybe he had to go to the bathroom too, and that the harpy child is being attended to. She shrugs, that was good enough for her. "Excellent, take care of the dear now, and have a nice civil meeting with the headmaster. If I'm needed for anything I'll be in the classroom straightening up." She turns to walk back to her classroom and passes by the headmaster's son. She smirks, sizing him up as she does, figuring what kind of person he could be. She then notices him flirting with the pink haired girl. "Never understood a male's interest in the small, pale and dainty..."

She proceeds to her classroom noticing that the door is closed. The plants had closed and locked the door for her. She snaps her finger and the door clicks from the other side and creaks open and she walks in, closing it behind her and shutting off the lights and closing the blinds. She lets down her humanoid guise with an exasperated sigh, her hands forming into long boney claws, her face stretching into a long and wide toothy maw, eyes lit with a hazey violet glow. A massive hulking form with long stringy hair looms in the shadows completely replacing the form of a mature female figure. It is no mystery that it was a pain for her to keep herself crunched up into a smaller frame for such a long time.

"Well, that is much better," she purrs, stretching out with various pops and cracks of her joints. She picks up the phone humorously with the tips of her nails, now just a tiny thing in comparison, just in case, again, if she's needed for something and has to switch back suddenly.