Carlos was quiet for a moment, debating whether
to go into depth about her. He decided not – they were on a road trip. If it
was going to happen, there was always another time.“Well… suffice to say, she’s been obliviated
since, and things got better after that,” Carlos told him. “I went to regular
elementary school for a little bit, though my dad told me to be careful with my
powers. Still, I did accidentally enlarge my friend’s rock collection once –
officials fixed it though and I was able to keep my friends.”“I’m sorry about that, mate.” A frown crossed the redhead’s lips at that, he couldn’t even imagine what growing up like that was like. His own mother, while sometimes distant, was always supportive, at the very least. “I had lots of muggle friends growin’ up too, not ‘cause I was muggle-born or anythin’, my ma just preferred to socialize with everyone, felt like it’d make her kids more well-rounded or something–– not that it worked on my brother. When I first got my magic, I remember accidentally setting my mate’s curtains on fire when I sneezed, heh, put it out quick enough, but his folks were real mad, blamed him for it and I couldn’t exactly tell ‘em the truth.”
“It’s fine… it’s for the better, I’ve learned a while ago.”
He smiled sympathetically at Hancock’s story. “I’m sorry that happened. Did you
ever make it up to your friend?”
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