Pyria sighed. "I'm a half-dragon, certainly not one of the wee people or the fairies or leprechauns. She stood up for a moment to show her claws and fangs. "One of my parents was a dragon, and the other wasn't. I'm the Archmagister's daughter. My mother is a human. Now, if there are no other [i]personal[/i] questions, let me check the records." Looking down, she thumbed through the list until Mystique's name came up. "Here you are. Mystique Merriewather. Here's your dorm room, your classes, and your schedule. If you need anything else, I'll be here to help for another hour, then my shift is up." She wasn't sure how many more insufferable would-be wizards she'd have to suffer.