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If Lucan hadn't been so goddamned kind to the kid, she might not have come back in the first place. Keevan had no intention of letting them speak to his brother, and now his patience was wearing thin. "None of your business," he said, ignoring whatever rubbish she was spouting about Lucan being...

All this stress was going to be the death of Keevan. No? It wasn't a request! He opened his mouth to say as much, but Sarah interrupted him again, and this time he fell silent. What on earth was she going on about? Actor? Money? Show? Was this a muggle reference he was too magical to understand...

Keevan was standing by the kitchen window when he saw the girls striding toward the mansion. He put his glass down but didn't relax his grip on it. He had known this would happen - he had been too kind to Sarah, too forgiving - but he had hoped, for both of their sakes, she would heed his...

Keevan smirked. She hadn't got a clue. She'd learn, soon enough, about the world of magic and its potential power, but he was relieved to have escaped the responsibility of teaching her, not only because he had a pressing work matter to attend to, but because he was bound to give a biased...

Keevan started to frown, but then relaxed. He couldn't take real offence to something he completely agreed with. He did have a temper. And it worked out well for him, because he much preferred to have a reputation for being grumpy than being nice. Kindness didn't suit him like it did Lucan - nor...

At least Sarah was willing to admit she was a thief - albeit using her own, looser term. Keevan respected her for that. The only thing worse than a thief was a liar. He laughed at her next comment. If only he were a deterrent. If only he could be certain of keeping his family safe... But he...

"The alarm is there to keep out thieves like you," Keevan shot back irritably. This child took him for an idiot. He was going to have to increase the security on the grounds; next time, she wouldn't even make it to the front door. As they walked he bit his tongue to hold back a lecture about...

"Sorry?" Keevan said, starting to sweat. "The groundskeeper? Yes, I saw him. You should be more careful, by the way. You're lucky my brother is so nice - not everybody would've been so easy on you. Yes, I know what you were up to, even if he didn't. And I'd strongly advise you not to take any...

"Bye, Sarah!" Lucan said as they exited the mansion without him. The further they got from the front doors, the more Keevan relaxed, growing more and more confident there was no risk of the girl spotting something magical and asking questions. He smiled slightly at her comment. "Yes, he is," he...

It was 2054, and muggles still hadn't invented a mobile phone with a good signal. Regius said the interference was probably caused by all the concentrated magic in the house, but Keevan preferred to think that muggles didn't have a clue what they were doing. Having finally conveyed that he...

Not a chance Keevan was going to be the one to break it to a ten-year-old girl that she had magical powers. For one thing, he didn't have time. "I'll call," he said, stalking off to find a phone. He just hoped he remembered how to use it. What a ridiculous situation. Of all the ridiculous things...

Alarm bells were ringing in Keevan’s head, now. He frowned but said nothing as he waited for her to answer Lucan’s question.

What the...? A child? Keevan began to lower his wand, then half-raised it again, realising he could not be certain no polyjuce potion was at work, then finally dropped his arm to his side. No adult would say such a childish thing. "What are you doing in here?" he asked, less vehemently, but with...

Intruders. Keevan pushed up from his desk, his wand already in hand by the time he had reached his office door. He was old enough and harrowed enough to know that there were no false alarms in this house, and he was damned if his inaction would be the reason he buried another of his family...

Regina Spektor - Older and Taller

As if he were watching a sick movie, the events of the last six months flashed before Keevan's eyes. He paced up and down the small office room on the side of the hall, tugging his fingers through his limp, lifeless hair. Had each dark brown strand been one of his heinous acts, he'd have torn...

The words struck him like knives. One to the chest, one to the stomach, and one to the throat. Keevan, his expression twisted with pain, swallowed the blades and stepped back from the door. A gesture of defeat. Even if he'd refused the man entry, or denied his proclamations of Gregory's...

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Mate

Hiya! It's really quite subjective but I'll go over them briefly (and if I'm wrong someone can feel free to correct me) Unsorted - For if you're planning on sorting your character, or you'd like to RP in the unsorted section before they attend school (although sorting is opening soon now...