[center][b]10:00 AM
Rosaline Hall- Basement #3[/b][/center]

The door to the basement opened, revealing a man with disheveled hair that had bits of dittany trapped about it, a shoddy-looking robe, and a wand sticking out of his beard. Finnegan coughed, closing the door behind him. The announcement had just about made him jump out of his skin and drop the important flask of a certain potion he'd been working on. Fortunately, he'd managed to keep a hold onto the precious cargo, which was nestled away into one of the many pockets on his robes. He shuffled his way to the meeting room. Once inside, he saw the leader, Ronan, sitting at his usual spot, and another member seated not that far away from him. Finnegan shuffled over to Ronan, digging for the vial and placing it on the table. [color=gray]"Here's the Veritaserum yeh asked for. Won't be able ta make anymore until I restock, so I made as much as I could. Just please do make sure everyone knows only a few drops'll do."[/color] Finnegan said in a thick Scottish accent, before shuffling down to the other end of the table. He'd only been in the Ashes for a few months, but he felt he'd proven his value with his Potions.

As the man sat down, his wand emitted a small spark. Surprised, he muttered a quiet [color=gray]I was wonderin' where yeh had gone offta, lass."[/color] before slipping the wand into one of his pockets. As the man sat there, one of the voices he heard spoke up to him. [color=red][i]"Hey, maybe he's gonna tell us that Voldemort's dead! Yeah, that's what it is!"[/i][/color] Upon hearing this, Finnegan broke into a big smile, as if he'd been told he'd won the lottery. He smiled at Ronan and the other man, as if he was expecting them to know what he was smiling about. Surely they knew what was going on in his addled brain, right? Right?