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[color=coral]Dr Felix Twycross[/color]
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Felix scowled at Emory. Pink elephant squad. When he’d first joined a couple of more conservative Pure-blood Regulators had found out about his sexuality and been so affronted by it, that their then leader had needed to address the ‘pink elephant in the room’. It had stuck. And now two other supposedly (Felix had seen no evidence…) none-heterosexual males had joined their company, Emory of course found it hilarious to group them up whenever possible. He may suffer from chronic heartbreak but glimmers of the old joker still shone through at times. Both warming and breaking Felix’s heart simultaneously. 
He focused back on the map and his mind spun as he analysed the situation with the experience of a regulator who had beaten the statistics. 

Texas. Bible belt. Guns. Suspicion. Fuck.

Child deaths. Fuck. Now he knew why he’d been chosen. Whilst never spoken about, Emory knew that merely through Felix’s line of work, he’d 
seen far to many a dead child. He could be relied on to conduct post-mortems and analyses if no one else could. 

Candy Lady. What. The. Fuck. 

As everyone started to leave the room Felix followed, hurrying back to his room to quickly change. As he dressed he mused over their team…
Athos he’d now worked with a few times and god it was awkward. But the guy was a talented magizoologist and those crows of his had proven their worth on more than a few occasions. 
Tariq was still an unknown to him despite only being in the year below him at school. He seemed very aloof and Felix hadn’t really had much to do with him in three and a half years, which was very unusual. He seemed to always be locked away with a book…
Natalia and Keiran. Two people who could get a job done. He often thought of them as the ‘dream team’, very little in their fields they couldn’t accomplish with their collective skills of healing, potions and herbology. He had massive amounts of respect for them both. 
Sebastien. Aparently the Frenchman was a talented seer and Felix hoped that he’d be able to give them a head start today but that was about it. 
Arthur would be invaluable if this was ritualistic, the man was a walking textbook on the stuff. 
As for Isa. Well he knew deep down he still mourned Daisy and seeing them together brought a lump to his throat. He was trying to be happy for his friend, but it was still fresh and she was still seen as a replacement. He didn’t want to hold it against her, he knew he just needed time.

Anyway, he thought to himself, it’s always more of a challenge in a smaller team. He shrugged on a jacket and slipped his wand into an inside pocket. Hurrying into his adjoining office he grabbed his pre-packed medical bag that he refreshed after every mission with help from the dream team, and locked his door behind him. He turned to head back to the meeting room but something stopped him. He had seen a door ajar out of the corner of his eye. Athos and his bloody back. He closed his eyes and exhaled loudly. [color=coral] “You can do this,” [/color]  he self-asserted. [color=coral]“Just be professional.”[/color] 

He turned and approached the door, seeing a busying figure through the gap. He stole one last deep breath before pushing open the door and stepping into the room. [color=coral] “Ahem…”[/color]  he coughed. [color=coral] “I thought you might want those attractive purple hoofprints of yours seeing to before we left,” [/color]  he proffered, dropping bag, rolling up his sleeves and pushing his glasses up his nose, his standard concentration routine, before reaching out to stroke the feathers of the nearest crow.