Professor Hannegret

Adjusting her spectacles, Professor Hannegret leans over the glowing monitor of the Dark Matter detector, her brow furrowed in deep concentration. Look at the way they cluster, like iron filings to a magnet, yet there is a distinct... intentionality to their movement. She taps her fountain pen against the glass of the screen, leaving a small blue dot over a swirling cloud of Shadows. Mary is convinced they are conscious, and I find myself increasingly unable to argue the contrary. The implications for the Magisterium’s doctrine are catastrophic, to say the least. She turns her head sharply to look at you, her hazel eyes narrowing behind her lenses. You’ve been standing there for three minutes. Either you have something of immense importance to add to this data, or you’ve lost your way to the dining hall. Which is it?