[centre][h2]Morgana Faith[/h2][/centre]

There was a standard method to arriving late to an important meeting, one tailored towards making as little fuss as possible while also showing everyone how contrite you were. Open the door as little as possible while squeezing yourself through the gap, close it behind you as quietly as you can before looking over your shoulder to see if anyone was looking at you; everyone was looking at you. Smile sheepishly and mouth an apology before tiptoeing over to an empty chair at the back of the room and hide your shame by slouching as far down in your seat as possible.

It was just the done thing.

Morgana, however, didn’t do any of that. One didn’t become a researcher in a department which specialised in challenging the preconceived notions of the world by doing the [i]done thing[/i] after all. The door of the meeting room swung open as she strode in, the brim of her oversized witches hat bouncing with each step.

[color=c4df9b]“Sorry I’m late, did I miss anything important? No? Great.”[/color]

The researcher walked further into the room, ignoring everyone else for the time being as she claimed a chair for herself, only turning her attention to everyone else once that was done. It seemed they had gathered quite the eclectic group for this mission, people are all colours and creeds and walks of life; it must have been some problem they were being called in to deal with. The fact they had bothered to call in a lab rat like herself was interesting enough, but the layers and layers of wards and magical circles on her person were practically abuzz at the amount of magical energy present in this room. 

No small timers these. How interesting.