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[color=FFAD11][b]Location[/b][/color]: Crowe household -> Mansion Grounds -> Kitchen[/center]

[sup][right][@CleverUsername] - Mira, [@ThisIsFine] - Ceobes[/right][/sup][hr][hr]
Mark let out a breath, pale skin basking in the sun's piercing warmth. His black overcoat draped behind him as the wind blew it back with each step. He was dressed in his usual fare- a white turtleneck that clung to his form and black skinny jeans with not much else. His family informed him of a certain member's return- one he's read about in the history book for his 'unorthodox' methods of attaining power. If nothing else, he also heard he would be teaching a class. It was something that peaked the young witch's interest, to say the least.

He arrived at the foot of the mansion. His eyes scanned the building through sliding glasses. It was quite a sight everytime he saw it- something about the building oozed history and prestige. Still, he always thought that it stood out, in a kind of "Hey Witches are in here" way. He pushed his glasses up and entered, giving a curt nod and short greeting to those that met his eyes.

As if a ritual, he made his way to the kitchen and found two figures conversing. Not one to interrupt he fixed himself a glass of water and parked himself by a corner and quietly observed the two. One was clearly not a Witch, which was an odd sight. The other was a witch of quite some power. The male Witch reminded him of his parents in terms of the 'magic' he exuded, maybe even his grandparents. He might've been the 'returning' Coven member, but he couldn't be certain.

He took small sips and, if either of the two met his eyes, smiled around around his cup. [b][color=FFAD11]"Oh~ don't mind me."[/color][/b]