Keefe

"What's going on?" Keefe asked, watching as the frantic Fitz paced around the meeting room, rapping his fingers on his arms as he walked.

"It's Biana," Fitz ranted, "I've lost track of her thoughts. I can't find her anywhere."

Keefe brushed a worried hand through his hair.

"She'll turn up, right? I mean-- can't just disappear... right?" The last word was a squeak. Unintentional, of course.

"I don't know. Wraith's gone, too. Not entirely. I feel a faint presence. But that only makes it worse. If they're meant to be together, and I can only feel one presence..." he didn't finish, the thought being too morbid and depressing to even say. But Keefe's *colorful* imagination pictured the rest. And Keefe wasn't exaggerating he said his brain had graphics.

He shook the bloody images from his brain, refusing to believe Biana could be... again, no!

"She's fine," Keefe said, not sure whether he was telling Fitz or convincing himself.

"She's fine," he repeated, more firmly this time.

But Fitz wasn't paying attention, his eyes locked onto the door. And when Keefe quieted, his breath stopping altogether, he could hear it, too. Small footsteps, growing louder as they neared.

"Hide!" Fitz said, and both boys ducked for cover. They couldn't risk expulsion. Especially if they were possibly the only members of the Black Swan Organization left.

The door kicked open, and Wraith?- entered. But this time... he wasn't invisible. His face showing slightly from under his cloak. Keefe shuddered. Something was really wrong.

And the door closed. Wraith looked around, as if checking to make sure he was alone before he removed his hood. Keefe looked away, not able to stop Wraith before he fully removed his hood and revealed his identity.

But a soft gasp from across the room told Keefe that Fitz hadn't felt the same way. And with the knowledge that his best friend knew, Keefe couldn't keep his eyes away.

And he turned to find... Kenric?