[center] [img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/9de3a58665317e4071a41773604c13b0/tumblr_nuyyblh5lw1swwx3co1_250.png[/img] [url=https://fontmeme.com/colourpop-logo-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180516/1f03df68187e0e405a9167bf256a287d.png[/img][/url] [/center] Claire had her feet up on her coffee table as she slouched on the couch, taking a break from going through the paperwork that she had brought home in an attempt to keep her eyes from spinning out of her brain. She couldn't quite understand why nobody had yet invented a magical way to do reports and file them; even with computers being adapted to allow for their use in high-magic areas, the technology was still woefully behind, and one could never quite trust whether the internet would work or the program would get a mind of its own or behave. Everything went into paper databases just in case technology failed, and it took twice as long even with magic to speed everything up. Grumbling and picking up the papers again, she was about to finish filing in the summary report when her phone went off, and she picked it up. The alert flashing across the screen was specially colored, signalling that it was a magical alert rather than a No-Maj alert, which never mentioned anything important unless one was terribly concerned about the weather. She didn't even get a chance to unlock her phone before a message popped up with a location. Normally she knew what was going on to some degree before the alert even showed up if she was going to be assigned to it; the speed of the location meant that it was a true emergency. The paperwork got abandoned as she got up, slinging her bag over her shoulder and throwing her phone inside. Thankfully the location was just to the headquarters in Los Angeles, which she had been to before, and she apparated with barely a second thought, grimacing as she landing outside of the conference room. It didn't matter how many times one apparated; it still felt like being pushed through a tiny tube and spit out the other side. [color=mediumaquamarine]"What is going on? I didn't get the chance to read the news, I just figured I would get here first and get the details later."[/color] She ran a hand through her bright teal hair. A lot of times she would change her hair color to a more natural, or at least less vibrant, color so that she didn't stand out as much, but she hadn't even had time to think about doing it. Being a metamorphamagus had its perks, but worry and duty had her focused entirely elsewhere