Lucein was curiously eying a shelf lined with time-turners when he heard the sound of someone approaching. He turned around to face the new comer who greeted him and introduced himself. Lucein remembered him from the Conference Room.

With a lazy drawl, he answered, "That would seem to be the case, Mr. Snow." He walked towards a vacant desk and half sat on the side of it. "Lucein," he said, "Lucein Deveril."