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Witch / 401 / Male
[b]Location[/b]: Mansion kitchen [b]Tags[/b]: Mira[/center]

Ceobes was leaned against the counter, listening to the moka pot slowly fill with fragrant espresso. His mind was caught in his class preparation, but that was quickly dashed by a woman entering and taking him by surprise. Ceobes turned, and almost instantly sneered down at her. 

"What in Hecate's Wheel is a little [i]human[/i] girl doing here." He spoke as if he'd just laid eyes on a rat. Ceobes had...[i]opinions[/i] about humans. Opinions that most modern witches wouldn't approve of. But he felt they were fully justified, given his family's history with mankind. 

Ceobes gave a short, cold laugh as he turned to the moka pot, now full. It lit up a bright fuschia as he levitated it off the stove. A mug floated over from a nearby cupboard, followed by a carton of creamer. The ingredients mixed themselves together in the mug while Ceobes observed. "I didn't think Ismael would approve of keeping servants. Seems a bit old fashioned of him." 

With his words, the creamer floated back into the fridge and the pot settled on the counter. He picked up his coffee and took a brief sip. Finally, after taking his sweet time, he answered the question that he seemed to have ignored up until that point. "I am not new," There was just a hint of venom in those words, "I am an original coven member, not that you would understand the significance."

The change in his demeanor was alarming. Just minutes ago, he had been joking and chatting with Ismael in the garden. Now, his arrogance and prejudice was on full display.