[center][h1][color=fffb96]August Thane[/color][/h1]
[h3]Headmaster's Office, The Clock Tower[/h3][/center]

August was idly speculating about his new teammates' abilities when the green-haired young woman who had been arguing with Anderson mentioned something about being a Magus Hunter, completely distracting him from the sickly-looking boy who had only just entered. [color=fffb96][i]Really? I guess Anderson has probably done plenty of that work, too, but at least he had the courtesy not to mention it in a room full of Mages.[/i][/color] The way this girl sucked up to her superior reminded August of himself from many years ago. Of course, if she was like he had been, that attitude was born out of a fear of punishment, so he figured it was best not to ostracize her despite her rudeness to both Anderson and the Mages. [color=fffb96]"No harm done. If your skillset is similar to Anderson's, here, then I'm just glad to have you on board for the operation."[/color] August gave her a professional smile that might have helped to settle down the situation, but then again he supposed to both of those involved in the argument it was the smile of a sinister heretic. At least she was no longer making a scene. 

Surveying the room's occupants, August gave a small nod of satisfaction with his new allies. Assuming everyone here but Orson aimed to summon their own Servant, six of the seven masters were in the office. August didn't want to leave one Master out of the loop, but enough time had passed that he was willing to let them pay the price for their own lateness. [color=fffb96]"Perhaps we had better move along with the briefing, Director."[/color] He suggested, taking only a moment to look away from the executioners, where tension still felt somewhat high.