Keith Marvinston
"That's true. But since you Malfoys always get to pick and choose and you generally have a good taste in women, she probably is pretty." Keith regarded his dog, which had curled up on a rug and looked as if it was sleeping. He knew the shepherd could wake up and react within a second if something happened, however. "So, you and Potter", the older Slytherin stated more openly. "What drove you so far to openly declare a war between the two of you, children or not? It must have been a rushed decision?" Keith knew his father would have given him a stern talking to at best, a taste of a torture curse at worst.

























