Harley sat down by the coffee table as Mister Findley began clearing off large piles of paper, shoving them somewhat haphazardly on a chair that seemed like it better belonged in dining or ballroom. Then again, very little of the furniture seemed in place, rather than out of it. It was like a mischievous wind had swept furniture and knick knacks from all corners of the globe, from every period in history, the deposited it within the manor. Taxidermic crocodile heads upon glossed mahogany side tables, Ming dynasty vases with wilted flowers, peruvian blankets covering wrought iron chests.

Her eyes widened in curiosity as Findley brought out a seemingly very old and exquisitely ornate box. She couldn't recognize the designs on the box, they didn't seem Indian, Chinese, Egyptian, and certainly not English. They only tell tale clue was the words on it, carpe noctem. Latin for 'seize the night'.
Upon the opening of the box, Harley felt a violent shudder run through her body, shivers running down her spine like a military parade was marching over her grave. What- What was this powerful essence?! Harley could swear she heard whispered voices, speaking in languages she didn't understand. She disliked this, this uncomfortable feeling. She tried hard not to show how disturbed she was by the strange box, as Mister Findley didn't seem perturbed at all. How could one be used to this harrowing experience?

He picked up an aging book, explaining how it held the names of all the members of the exclusive society. He pointed to his own name, then quickly covered up the three below. Harley only had time to read one, the last. Elias Kerr? Traitor of the highest order? What did that mean? How exactly did one betray a secret society dedicated to the hunting of the supernatural? Run away? She opened her mouth to ask Findley, but he quickly cut her off, asking her if she was interested. She visibly stiffened when he made mention of witches, her teeth set on edge by the mere mention of the word. Recollecting herself in hopes it hadn't been noticed, she gave him a cool look, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
"... I have no interest in the old journals of so-called witches and warlocks, I only care for the science of the supernatural. I maintain my position that humans are derived through evolution, and these paranormal occurring must have a logical and scientifically acceptable answer. That being said, I hope that this society does not conflict with my work as a police consultant on valuable forensic evidence. However, if it does, know that I will chose practicality over sentimentality." she remarked somewhat snappishly, taking the quill and quickly signing her name.