Keevan White
Grieving | Pharmaceutical Business Owner | Tired
- Messages
- 121
- OOC First Name
- Claire
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Widow
- Age
- 07/1998 (55)
Several miles from the city of Wellington, a picturesque manor shone brilliantly under the new September sun. It was a crisp Sunday morning, and a lazy day for many of the inhabitants of New Zealand. Keevan White, however, had been awake since the dawn had broken, ticking ruthlessly at his checklist in a battle to get everything done before the clock struck twelve. For Keevan, the spluttering exhaust of a reversing truck on the gravel driveway outside only signified that another three hours' work was about to commence. He placed his coffee down on the counter top, having only had time to drink half before the arrival of the movers. He appreciated that his brothers would have come to help out had they been able to, but they had been tied up in conveniently timed affairs that required their presence elsewhere. Keevan didn't mind. A hard day's toil was standard in his line of work, albeit a little less hot and laborious. Undeterred, the man withdrew a handkerchief from his pocket, patting his forehead dry before throwing it into a glossy white bin. With the exception of Keevan's armpits, everything in the house smelt fresh and clean. The manor was brand new, having been built especially for the Whites. The entire build had been funded solely by Keevan, since Lucan was unemployed and Regius's job provided barely enough for himself, but this wasn't an issue. True, it would have been beneficial if his brothers could have contributed, but he had long since taken on the level responsibility that he had once hoped for the entire family. Many years had passed since the White Manor fire, which had mercilessly killed their sister, Synnove, and Regius's wife, but his brothers still had yet to overcome their grief. It hadn't helped that their Uncle Frederick had just taken off with the family's savings, leaving the brothers with little more than a few galleons under their belt. But whilst Keevan had been just as devastated by the events, his resilience had led him to great success and fortune, while his brothers had been driven to poverty and despair. The three had lived together for a long time after the fire, but had eventually parted and gone their very separate ways. Now seemed as good a time as any for a family reunion, what with Regius finally choosing to man up and Lucan needing a place to stay. It had simply been in good fortune that Keevan had been planning to rebuilt the White Manor at the time he had received Regius's owl.
Keevan, a little displeased that his morning coffee had been so brusquely interrupted, headed for the front door to greet the movers. "Hey, all right? You can put that over there," Keevan said, gesturing with his hand to the location he wanted them to place the dresser they were carrying. A second sweat broke out on his forehead as he prayed he'd remember to hide all of his magical items before inviting them inside. It seemed bizarre to have to use Muggle means to transport his brothers' furniture to the Manor, but they had mutually agreed it was the safest way to do it. Although the Manor was set in the middle of fifty acres of countryside, Muggles were still a very real threat, and Keevan liked to err on the side of caution. The hours dragged by as the lorries were gradually emptied, their contents scattered around the various rooms of the manor. Keevan thanked the men, stuffing a twenty dollar note into each of their hands for their troubles. They seemed a little disappointed, perhaps having hoped that their efforts would be more generously rewarded, but Keevan was far from concerned by this. He was a man of business, and his money was valuable.
By the time Regius arrived, the sun was high in the sky, beating down over the beautiful fountain which accented the driveway. The water droplets reflected the golden light, sparkling and dancing in mid air before falling graciously to the bottom of the pool. It was hard to deny that the White Manor and its location were completely stunning. Keevan felt his chest puff up in pride as he stood before it, finally able to reap the rewards of his hard work. The Manor looked very inconspicuous. Without proof it would have been difficult to believe that its owner was a man like Keevan, whose career and success were primarily thanks to his uncanny ability to get away with dirty dealings. "Regius!" Keevan called, beaming as his brother appeared at the gates with a loud crack. He waved them open with his wand, heading over to greet him. The moment he was directly in front of him, he stopped in his tracks, wondering what his brother would consider a polite greeting. After a moment's hesitation, Keevan went in for a hug. It had, after all, been over a decade since they had seen each other. "You haven't changed a bit," Keevan observed playfully as he withdrew from their embrace. Besides a few extra wrinkles and a couple of grey hairs, it was true."You always were the looker," He added with a wink.
Keevan, a little displeased that his morning coffee had been so brusquely interrupted, headed for the front door to greet the movers. "Hey, all right? You can put that over there," Keevan said, gesturing with his hand to the location he wanted them to place the dresser they were carrying. A second sweat broke out on his forehead as he prayed he'd remember to hide all of his magical items before inviting them inside. It seemed bizarre to have to use Muggle means to transport his brothers' furniture to the Manor, but they had mutually agreed it was the safest way to do it. Although the Manor was set in the middle of fifty acres of countryside, Muggles were still a very real threat, and Keevan liked to err on the side of caution. The hours dragged by as the lorries were gradually emptied, their contents scattered around the various rooms of the manor. Keevan thanked the men, stuffing a twenty dollar note into each of their hands for their troubles. They seemed a little disappointed, perhaps having hoped that their efforts would be more generously rewarded, but Keevan was far from concerned by this. He was a man of business, and his money was valuable.
By the time Regius arrived, the sun was high in the sky, beating down over the beautiful fountain which accented the driveway. The water droplets reflected the golden light, sparkling and dancing in mid air before falling graciously to the bottom of the pool. It was hard to deny that the White Manor and its location were completely stunning. Keevan felt his chest puff up in pride as he stood before it, finally able to reap the rewards of his hard work. The Manor looked very inconspicuous. Without proof it would have been difficult to believe that its owner was a man like Keevan, whose career and success were primarily thanks to his uncanny ability to get away with dirty dealings. "Regius!" Keevan called, beaming as his brother appeared at the gates with a loud crack. He waved them open with his wand, heading over to greet him. The moment he was directly in front of him, he stopped in his tracks, wondering what his brother would consider a polite greeting. After a moment's hesitation, Keevan went in for a hug. It had, after all, been over a decade since they had seen each other. "You haven't changed a bit," Keevan observed playfully as he withdrew from their embrace. Besides a few extra wrinkles and a couple of grey hairs, it was true."You always were the looker," He added with a wink.