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[color=coral]Dr Felix Twycross[/color]
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Felix groaned as the humming grew louder and louder, the vibration attuned to his own body’s pattern triggering a whole nervous response.  The vibrating wand rattling between his glasses and a goblet on the bedside table, the flashing at its tip refracting around the room. He swatted at the elegant rod of willow wood with an indistinguishable mumble along the lines of [color=coral] [i]‘5 more minutes…’[/i] [/color]The wand responded by rolling out of reach and merely made more noise, the vibration increasing to give him actual earache.[color=coral] [b]“Fine…”[/b] [/color]the mediwizard mumbled sitting up in his large bed, the vibration continuing.[color=coral][b] “I said FINE!”[/b] [/color]he snapped at his wand, triggering it to finally fall silent. He wished he’d never asked bloody Bunny to enchant his wand to make sure he didn’t miss another briefing. But as he rubbed his eyes he registered his gratitude towards the artificer when his gaze rested on the goblet containing the dregs of his sleeping draft, the changes to his wand the only way to ensure he woke from his now nightmare-less sleep. 

He slipping into his bathroom he splashed his face and grabbed his dressing gown off the back of the door. Wrapping it around himself to warm against the chill, goosebumps creeping up his arms, he hurried down to their main meeting room. As he slipped into the room he sensed the sheer weight of tiredness in the room and clenched his fists. He had spoken to everyone about the importance of sleep before – it was fucking obvious. Not only was it his job to look out for the general health of everyone under this roof, but he didn’t want a sleep deprived moron watching his back when confronted by a gaggle of hags. He’d been there before and only he had gotten out alive. Maybe he needed to draw a bloody graph showing death against hours of sleep to get through to these people. There was a fine line between needing to be ready to save the world, dealing with deep personal troubles and actually functioning as a powerful wizard or witch. He made a mental note to speak to the other long serving members about it once their missions were resolved. 

He nodded at the room as he entered, noting that most of the team were already here, moving to stand close to Arthur and Kieran, and away from the semi-naked Athos. He hadn’t come to terms with his feelings that he’d learnt to bury long ago, although he had noticed the bruising on his bare back as he’d entered and knew he’d have to deal with those before they deployed. His attention to detail quickly took in the tired look of the werewolf, thankful that there wasn’t going to be any hilariously high-pitched small talk and the pleasant aroma drifting from the older man beside him.[color=coral] [i]‘Oh please tell me he’s cracked it because I bloody love the stuff’[/i][/color] – he would have to quiz the runic expert about it later.

Felix’s grey-green eyes drifted to the outline of the United States of America on the table before him. It was always the sign of a tricky job if the vast powers of MACUSA were turning to them. He combed through his hair with his fingers before removing his glasses to polish them on his dressing gown. He rarely joined in briefing conversations, he was just deployed to either a mission where medical expertise or, more often than he’d care to admit, an autopsy was needed or to the mission that carried the highest risk and where his defensive and healing powers would most likely be required. He sighed as his glasses were placed back on his nose and peered at the map whilst the others asked questions around him.