[h1][center][color=slategray]Kieran[/color]

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The scratching of a quill carving its way across paper was the only true sign of life in the otherwise dreary room. The equally dreary writer sat cross legged in his black desk chair, looking half undead as he diligently recorded the notes from his most recent attempts at replicating the Wolfsbane Potion. His desk, which was illuminated by one highly overworked and underappreciated lamp, was a complete mess when compared to the rest of the room. Stacks of thick reference books were piled precariously on and around it, all of them absolute slogs to read through even by Kieran’s standards, and the desk was littered with a great variety of clutter. 

The werewolf’s half lidded eyes widened as he finally noticed that his wand was glowing, a signal from one of the other Regulators to get his off his tail so that he could be briefed on a case. A yawn escaped Kieran as he stretched, raising one arm over his head, which must have been quite an odd sight as his other was still quite busy with its writing. But alas, his notes, the mess that they were, would have to wait for another time. The quill found its usual place just outside of its holder, adding a few more dribbles of ink to its impromptu work of art on the desk, as its owner got up and ran a hand through his dark hair.

A quick look in the mirror confirmed Kieran’s suspicions that he was by no means decent enough to meet with the others, as he was clad in only boxers and a t-shirt, much to his slight annoyance. After a few minutes of rummaging and grumbling, the mage was satisfied with his apparel now that he was donning a dark pair of jeans, a fresh white t-shirt, and a black sports jacket. Personally, walking around in his skivvies wouldn’t cause Kieran to lose any sleep, but he had a suspicion that Twycross would take such an act as him growing comfortable with the others and would likely not let him live it down. So here he was, running a quick hand through his hair in a vain attempt to rein in its unruliness, wondering how it had managed to get so messy when the only sleep he had gotten was from the few hours he had dozed off at his desk.

The door closed behind him with only a soft click. Habit was a mighty powerful thing, and for Kieran, it had become habit to not draw too much attention to himself. So he made his way through the Mysterium Domum’s halls quietly, his footsteps just barely audible. ‘[i][color=slategray]I’m definitely going to need a pick-me-up before we leave,[/color][/i]’ he noted to himself, stifling the urge to yawn yet again. Much to his chagrin, he would likely have to resort to plain old coffee, as his last batch of Wideye Potion had some rather… remarkable side effects. He had tried altering the recipe to make the concoction suitable for more recreational use, but was left with a monstrosity that left his voice sounding like he had inhaled a copious amount of helium. Needless to say, he had confined himself to his room until the effects passed.

The Map Room was already filling up by the time Kieran arrived. Some were already conversing amongst themselves, so the werewolf took the opportunity to discreetly take position leaning against a wall, waiting wordlessly for the rest of his colleagues to arrive.