Keeley ducked into the seventh floor corridor and leaned against the wall, her hand still held like a muggled gun. She then noticed... hair. If they were going undercover to be super secret agents, then short blue hair would make them stick out way too much. She scrunched up her face in concentration, her hair growing longer and curlier, and blonde, a quite normal color. Good. Now that that was settled, there were lookout duties to perform. Peer right. Just a firstie. Peer left. Some older kids. Good, they were safe. Phase one of the cupcake caper was complete.