He frowned, looking down at his untouched muffin. "Uh... well, my mother raised me, but she died a few years ago. I have no idea where my father is. I have a younger sister who goes to boarding school up North. I probably have a bunch of half-siblings, but I can't be sure."
"Well, like I said, it's been in my family for generations. I inherited it. That, and it has an enchantment that increases your skill towards your true calling. But I had spent years and years practicing that I don't notice much of a difference."
She took them, putting them on smoothly. "I'm allowed to. I worked really hard to get to where I am."
He squinted at her, wrinkling his nose. "You just like to see me upset," he said, taking off the sweatshirt and offering it to her.
