Lysander

Prodigal student turned teacher, Lysander (or Lancaster, if you are privy to some student gossip) has returned to the caverns of Calcus out of a sense of duty and only some slight resentment. Upper-crust outsiders don't take kindly to wizards nowadays, it's better to be among one's own. Regardless. Lysander heads (headed? no, no, heads, he's still on payroll) the transmogrification branch of the magic conservatory. He transmutes, transforms, transfigures: that's his life's work. Well...was, before he turned into whatever this thing is. Some process done out of order, some misstep at a crucial juncture, no one is quite sure what went wrong and if Lys doesn't know himself? Well. then they're all doomed. Luckily, the spell didnt touch his synapses. He retains full faculties, mental memory, awareness, and even speech, though no one is quite sure how he's done it with feline vocal chords, and as such the Conservatory has allowed him to retain his post. They're running low on staff, who can blame them. Besides, the students don't seem to mind being taught by a cat. It's interesting at the least.