Andrew recognized his folly within a few moments of actually breaching the Mansion grounds. As he stood, taking in the magnificent old building and the finely landscaped land around it, he realized vaguely that he had absolutely no idea who it was he was supposed to speak to about an actual job. Sam's card had his name and address. but Andrew had been too distracted by everything going on to actually ask the question of who might oversee the hiring of new teachers. He chastised himself silently as he slowly walked forward, his brown eyes hidden behind sunglasses and the wind pulling at his curly brown-grey hair. He'd put on a clean suit and carried his resume, references, and immediate hiring materials in case things went well. He'd found his way to the Mansion with little difficulty. Everything was smooth and beautiful - but now he moved apprehensively, considering his next option.

He could simply go inside, walk around until he found his way to some administrative offices. Though a stranger wandering the halls was likely to get noticed and possibly not in the best way.

"Aren't you brilliant," he muttered aloud. "Has it been so long that you've completely forgotten the etiquette of finding a new job? Or are you simply so eager to help that manners and procedures be damned?" He hand tightened on his portfolio and he took a deep breath. "Perhaps I will come back later, after I've regained my senses."

Caught on the wind, bronzed wings stretched high above the mansion grounds flexing ever so slightly to keep him from flapping his wings. Something the Irishman took pride in, he groomed them frequently. They were a point of pride for Carrick and whenever he got a chance to show them off he did. Along with his tail, and his singing voice, and his guitar skills. Carrick just liked to be the center of attention.

When his mismatched colored eyes caught someone new walking up to the mansion entrance, he couldn’t help but feel the need to show off a little. Were they a parent? Did their kid owe them a favor or money? He didn’t know but figured he had time to investigate further. Biology was still going for another forty minutes at least.

Deciding not to scare the newcomer, he swooped low and off to the side, instead of shifting land however his wing seemed to be pulled by an invisible force because it didn’t do what it usually did. Carrick glided for a moment then turned quickly toward the old-timer waiting for his reaction. Carrick played it off as if it was exactly what he wanted to do. ”Here ta pick up yer kid? I might know ‘em. Who ya looking fer?” he flapped a few times and landed snapping his wings to his back.

Carrick smirked revealing elongated canines. His tail flicked behind him the way a cat’s does when it is about to pounce. ”I’m Carrie.” he offered giving a nickname just in case the stranger was there for a Carrick.