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Emory hadn’t really slept. He’d had perhaps maybe an hour and a half of unbroken sleep before waking up from whatever nightmare plagued him on that night. So instead of lying in bed broken, he arose and left the Domum like a thief in the night; heading to the Whitehall district of London and to the Ministry of Magic Headquarters. It was Emory’s job to inform them that they had lost a team member. Without a body, all they could do was report Felix as Missing in Action. Emory had known Felix for nearly twenty years at this point, they had been through school together and although they had never been the best of friends, they had an understanding for one another, they had a level of respect and now it was gone. Felix wad gone. He wasn’t even a corpse, just a name on the lips of those that missed him.
Choosing a new Regulator was never an easy task but it was one that the Welshman had done more than a few times now. The process of choosing who was to join the Occult Regulation Office generally fell onto the shoulders of the office leader and in this instance, it seemed that this time that happened to be Emory Corrigan. He remembered doing the exact same thing just after Daisy died, however that time he wasn’t alone, he had Arthur around for support.

Handed a box of files and left to his own devices in an empty room, Emory exhaled as he began to sift through the potential recruits. In his hands he held files from all over the world and not just the UK. Witches and Wizards who may be apt Regulators are brought to the offices attention from a very young age, generally during their school years. Emory himself was initially approached when he was seventeen and still at Hogwarts. Maybe that was one of the problems? They were taking young people, people with futures and turning them into soldiers against the darkness. They were bringing them in and they would know nothing else but the job, it was a corrupting force. No, he couldn’t do that, not again. Every file for anyone under the age of twenty five soon found its way into the trash. 

It took several hours but finally he had narrowed the field down and there was one name that stood out; [url=http://thezilla.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/Ahs.jpg]Hugo End[/url]. Hugo hailed from Amsterdam in the Netherlands, though he was raised in the United States. He bounced between foster homes, mostly muggle families whom did not understand his burgeoning magical abilities. He eventually received a letter to attend the Durmstrang Institute of Magic and took a particular liking to healing magic. Upon leaving Durmstrang he took up an internship at St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries and worked as a healer for a few years. During this time he also attended muggle university and received a doctorate in Psychiatry. It seemed odd that such an intelligent and seemingly high flying wizard would put in an application for the Regulation Office. Emory couldn’t help but bite.

A short time later, having met Hugo, Emory helped him move his stuff into the Domum just in time for the rest of the Regulators to surface. Entering into the kitchen where the others had gathered, the charms master let out a cough to alert them to his attention. [color=silver]”Everyone, this is Mister Hugo End, he’s going to be joining us from now on”[/color]

Hugo pushed up his glasses and smiled at the new team. [color=wheat]”Good morning everyone, I’m Doctor End. I can’t wait to get to know each and every one of you”[/color][/center]