"I... don't remember," he admitted with a huff. "It was so long ago when my mother made us immortal. It was never a quest, but something that happened to us. For us, this was the norm. We didn't stretch anything; we were just immortal." It was the one good thing that their mother had done for us." He nodded. "Yes, one of a kind, and what makes you special among wizards?"
He might have staked his own siblings, but Sirius didn't sound angry; he sounded detached. "Make no mistake, they are also the most important thing in my life, at the same level as my daughter. Family is ... always and forever." It hadn't turned out like that, but he'd always carry his siblings in his heart, and all too often he'd seen something and wished he could tell Elijah, or Rebekah, or Freya. "Love them or hate them, they are what makes us who we are."
Klaus made a face. "I've seen too many tacky hotels who weren't doing anything of the sort. It's some universal law that architects who make hotels have no taste." Now that was just said. "I've traveled far and wide. I can't imagine staying in one place. It's boring, besides the fact that people tend to realize that you never age."