Down a short hall from the creature cubicles is a room where all the registry and support to creatures of all kinds happen. Chairs enchanted to provide any support or comfort you may need sit up against the wall gathered around a small coffee table, for those who find themselves waiting for service. A few creature feature magazines are provided on the table.

The room is split into registry and support, a sign hanging over each desk indicating who that employee is skilled in assisting. The door against the far back wall leads to a locked room, only accessible to those that work this room, full of files on every registered vampire, werewolf, etc.

The semi-large room has a airy feel to it thanks to the large enchanted window, pastel wall coloring, and potted plants. All those needing to register, or who are here for support are welcome to come in and have a seat until someone is able to assist them.

There is a bell on the main desk that may be rung if no employees are present. But please, only press it once.

Ryuu was still fuming when he reached the registry office. He took the opportunity to channel his anger through his knock. Sigh. Better.

Pfft. Women. Who needed them?

James was busy shuffling through papers on his cluttered desk, looking for notes he had made for a recent Lycanthropy case. He paused when there was a loud knock on the door and looked up. He quickly cleared the papers off the desk and shoved them in a drawer to make it look a little tidier in here.

“C-come in.” He called.

Ryuu entered the room. "Err...hi. I'm here for registration?" Plain and simple, really.

Ah, another poor unfortunate victim. James gave the gentleman a small smile as he entered the room. “P-please take a seat, sir.” He indicated to the seat in front of his desk. “I need to ask you a f-few questions. Details of the attack and what not. N-nothing too gruelling.”

He dipped his quill in the ink pot on his desk and cleared his throat. “First.. If I could take your full name please."

Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Wesley shuddered at the name. It was ridiculous. He didn't need to be regulated, or much less controlled. Hated it. He'd always have a strong dislike for this department.

When he got off on level four, Wes wasn't sure which way to turn. It seemed the level had expanded and added an entirely new department for magical.... plants. Hmm. That was... interesting. Very green.

He found his way toward the registration office easily enough, anyway, and approached a desk somewhat nervously. Wesley cleared his throat to get the attention of whoever was there, and then announced his reason for being there very quietly.

"Hi, I'm here to.... register?" Wince.

Time to get the desk sorted out. Callum went through the...uhm...papers on his desk and tried to tidy them up as best as he could. Didn't work. The desk still seemed messy. But that was what drawers were for. He put the papers in the drawers tidily. There. A nice desk.

He jumped when somebody spoke. Ah. His first registration. He smiled up at the person standing there. "Hi there, come on in" he said invitingly.

Wes also jumped a tinsy tiny bit when the guy behind the desk jumped too. Whoaaaaa, had not seen him there. He smiled just a little bit and slowly moved into the office.

"So do I have to fill out some forms or something....?"

Callum looked up slightly at the person standing in the office in front of his desk. Right, now to get cracking and at least attempt to get this right.

"Take a seat" he said gestering to the seat in front of his desk. He rumaged through the drawers which were now untidy again. Well that didn't work out how it should have.

"I'll be filling out the forms. Now to start with, could you tell me your full name, age and date of birth" he said.

Eh. Eh. All right. Wesley slowly sat down into the seat and tried not to grip its edges too tightly.

"Right. Um, the name's Franklin Wesley Logan Fergus, 35. Date of birth... August 8, 2040." He nodded.

Callum smiled reassuringly and jotted his full name down. Who'd have thought he'd actually do quite well at a job he was completely new too?

"Okay, now I'd like the date you were infected with Lycanthropy. If you don't know the exact date, we'll come back to that later" he replied now looking up at the man sat in front of him.

"I don't know the exact date," Wes answered almost immediately, crossing his arms over his chest. "But I can tell you the year. 2070."

Kind of sucked to have to remember something like that, eh. Right around his 30th birthday, too.

Callum nodded and wrote the year down. "Okay, that's fine" he replied. Well, it would have been difficult for anyone to remember an exact date.

"Could you tell me your place of employment and your position?" he asked.

"Yes," Wes replied somewhat more happily, since this was a redeeming point for him. "I am employed by the Ministry in the Magical Law Enforcement Department. I am the head of the Magical Law Enforcement Services Division --- my title is officially Chief Investigator for the MLES."

He nodded and smiled a little bit.

Callum looked up and smiled slightly. "Okay, and your wand?" he asked jotting down his current employment information.

'Is none of your business,' was Wes' first response, but he bit his tongue to keep from saying just that. Instead, he sighed and revealed its true measurements.

"13 3/4" Elder with a Phoenix Tail Feather. Stiff quality."

Callum's eyes wondered to the person sat in front of him waiting for an answer. He jotted the information down as he said it.

"Okay, now I need the full address of your current residence" he said.

Oh geeeeeeeez. "All right," Wesley shifted in his seat yet again. "It's 1439 Wardour Street, London, England."

Sigh. Was that enough information yet? "That's not going to be published, is it?"

Callum's eyes wondered up again as he jotted the address down and shook his head. "The information you give is completely confidential. Only the staff have access to it" he replied.

"Do you have a particular place you like to transform?" he asked. The registration process was almost over and he could relax. They both could.

Ah.... all right. Wes nodded in response to the worker's first answer and tried not to wince at the way the second sounded. So... animal-like.

"Yes. In my home. In the basement. It's rather secure." Once he got in, he couldn't get out --- except by wand-made magic.

Callum smiled slightly at him. Well that was a logical reason for his preference. And an understandable one. "Have you spoken to one of our support officers?" he asked. Surely that question should have been at the end of the form.

"Er... no?" Wes shook his head and gave the man across the desk a quizzical expression. "Isn't that who YOU are? What do I need to talk to a support officer for?"

EH?

Callum shook his head. "I'm just a registrar, I only ask the questions on the form" he replied. Okay, so that one seemed pointless. Next? Good idea.

"Do you have easy access to wolfbane potion?"

Well okay then. Guess he didn't really need to speak to a support officer. Wes supported himself just fine, thank you.

"Yes," he answered the next question. Plain and simple.

Callum gave him a slight smile. "And is there anything else we made need to know? Any concerns or questions?" he asked. Well most people had questions. But maybe this person didn't.