Claire had been somewhat delayed by a balky horse. Not that she minded too much. Witches and the Vatican had a long and obviously contentious relationship. Best to get the task done and get out before she ended upon a roasting spit.

She had dressed simply, a homespun brown dress and hood. Fortunately, a doorman was there to point her in the right direction. "Thank ye, kind sir." She raced down the halls a little too quickly, and her foot caught the hem of her dress. A little judiciously applied telekinesis was not nearly enough to stop her fall, but it did take the edge off the impact.

She managed to make her way into the study, panting slightly as she did so. "My apologies for being late."