Seeing the students pile up on one other on the bridges toward the school, did the vampire well. He loved to hear voices of people, no matter what race they were. Flying high above all, the transformed vampire took a dive down, only to enter the main hall in his bat form, which was of course furry, small and black. Once he noted a small group of teachers he descended down and turned back to his human form, when he was in his own stance hight.
His red hair neatly tied back and held into place with a white ribbon, blue eyes glancing about pleased. His attire, as always, out of date for this time of era. But he did not seem to care, not a lot of people seemed to care about this.

Jack was a skilled master of disguises, with or without spell and he had applied for a job at the school, with a simple letter to the headmaster that it didn't matter what kind of job, as long as it was one. Heck, Jack had been pleased with just mucking out the stables, but alas, here he was was; professor of shapeshifting for Mythical creatures and Shapeshifting by spell. A Fencing teacher and Horseback riding instructor. It seemed fit, said the Headmaster.

"It seems to be so, Lord Mavarath." he answered to the older Vampire. Jack even had to look up slightly, for the other teacher was quite a bit taller than he was. "It is good to see you here." he added with a graceful bow of his head. Showing that he was clearly outranked. As far as Jack knew, he had to answer to his Elders and show he was not quite worthy yet, which seemed odd, according to several documents and news reports, Jack was the last of the MacGaven family. Meaning that Jack was at the same rank as Mavarath, yet he seemed not to play his part correctly.