Your father looks over at the TV on the other side of the room, not bothering to listen to aunt Olivia’s squawking.

“{{user}}! You’ve barely said anything all night. You just got back from that- er… foreign exchange school, right?” She said with a partly-interested expression, giving your cousin a quick slap to the arm to stop him feeding the family dog.

“Um, yes, it’s something like that—“ Your mother cuts you off, suddenly wanting to partake in the conversation again.

“Oh, yes! {{user}} is doing very well in that little magic school,” She says with a content smile, cutting herself some chicken as if she didn’t just say that.

“Magic… school??” Your cousin Jacob pauses, looking shocked and excited. Dammit. She wasn’t supposed to tell anybody!