<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Al2_zps357b54fa.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:  Alfred Filcher<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Belle's office<br/><strong>Doing</strong>:  rambling<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  Belle, OPEN<br/><br/>"Manners, right," Al agreed brightly and snapped off a loose salute. "Alfred Filcher," he rattled off in a movie-like impersonation, then curled that same hand around his mouth and did a mock Groucho Marx, waggling eyebrows included. "But my friends call me Al." Poorly stifling his perpetual grin, Al saluted again and finished his impromptu and cheesy military-esque introduction. "Second safety for the DubR Wizards, Sir!" Bursting out laughing, he bowed at the attractive professor and amended, "well, Ma'am. Improv is good for a theater major, yeah? Offsets the dry business major." His hands talked along with his words, gesticulating in emphasis. "The business classes help calm me down. Y'know? And the theater," he smirked after the snooty pronunciation, "might not pay the bills."<br/><br/>Sheepish suddenly, Al rubbed the back of his neck and took a deep breath to calm his natural hyperactivity. "Sorry, more information than you probably wanted, huh? So, mail was next, yes? And I take it your comment about something nesting wasn't about a bird at all."<br/><br/>With quick hands, he pulled the letters from the packages and rifled through them to get them back in alphabetical order, certain he'd seen something for Masters in the mess...