[h3][center][i]10:05am ~ Rosaline Hall ~ Meeting Room[/i][/center][/h3]
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[color=SeaGreen]"Something unusual...? What do you have for us this time, Ronan...?"[/color] The unmistakable voice of Viktor von Gesner seemed to pierce the palpable tense atmosphere of the meeting room as the Librarian seemed to appear out of thin air besides the former Spymaster's rather grandiose seat. 

Though Viktor's words may have come across as amused or even taunting to some, one could pick up the thoughtfulness in his tone, the measured inflections to each words, as if he was constantly calculating the right thing to say. His piercing blue eyes gazing into Ronan's own, as though searching for information. 

The Ashes' leader was as good an Occlumens as they came, experience coupled with paranoia proving to be facets of his mental resistance. Enough that Viktor could only barely grasp the surface of the older man's thoughts. But scraps were better than nothing. 

[color=SeaGreen]"I've got what you wanted."[/color] Viktor said next, reaching a single deft hand into a weathered over-the-shoulder leather satchel draped over his frame, fiddling about for a brief moment before procuring a worn [url=http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141114153403/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Secrets_of_the_Darkest_Art1.jpg]tome[/url], the faded silver lettering of the dusted cover glinting eagerly in the sun's reflection: [i]"Secrets of the Darkest Art"[/i]. 

Holding the book aloft with a single hand, Viktor took a moment to clear his throat before speaking again. [color=SeaGreen]"Took me awhile to track down and even longer to actually get my hands on...not many copies are still around these days, but I guarantee the information inside is valuable. Everything we need to know on Horcruxes."[/color] Viktor explained to the slowly-swelling group of people inside the meeting room. 

Viktor paused briefly, taking a moment to gaze at each one of his fellow teammates as they entered, though his features remained semi-amused, an almost disconcerting half-smile on his lips. Kyle McCarthy, the Protector; Finnegan Colquhoun, the Mad Scientist; Alora Caldwell the introverted Mediwitch -- admittedly rather attractive (earning a small eyebrow raise from Viktor); Ludovic Fortuyn, the reformed Snatcher; Siobhan MacFusty, the pixie-ish dragon-keeper; and finally Drew Callaghan, the tinkering saboteur with a fondness for runes. 

He had gotten along rather well with the fellow Ashes, keeping a generally cordial demeanor when interacting with them. Nevertheless, he was not one for social interaction, and rarely said more than what was necessary in a conversation. It was his job to find things, not discuss the weather. 

Running a single hand through his slightly-unkempt mess of hair, Viktor eased himself into a chair towards the middle of the table, a quick look left and right before settling his gaze on the wooden surface itself as he placed his hands upon it, joining the tips of his fingers together as he awaited his comrades.