Teagan had been sleeping. He was never one to rise early, as he'd always had trouble falling into a slumber since he was a boy (a younger boy, that is). Bed at four or five the evening before meant he wouldn't generally have risen 'til 2, at the earliest. But someone was shouting outside the flat he shared with Jezebel and he rose, quite pissed off.
With a grunt, he walked over to the window and threw it open, the early afternoon breeze chilling his bare chest. He was planning to shout and obscenity or two, but instead, chose to listen to what the commotion was about first.
Attack at the Ministry. Hm. He closed the window once more and went to look for Jez.