Carlos just smiled and shook his head. “Nah, that wasn’t on purpose,” he said. “But I do give him jinxed pens on occasion when we’re around each other. And sometimes I’ll put a timed transfiguration spell on, like, a banana peel or something so he thinks its a video game controller before it changes back in his hands. Though… that’s getting harder now. Almost all of his game controllers are custom-made.”
“Heh, you’re a better brother than I am.” He laughed. Thinking back on it, between himself and his brother, Hancock was the better one, but that still didn’t change the fact Carlos had him beaten. “Does your country have any rules against using magic in front of muggles? How’s that work when you’re muggle-born? I can’t imagine how folks here would react to a kid pulling magical practical jokes on his muggle brother, they ain’t too forgiving about rule-breaking.”
“It’s… it depends. When I was a kid they took our wands away for the summer while we were enrolled at Ilvermorny,” Carlos explained. “But of course there are always kids who use magic by accident or study wandless magic out of spite. I… was closer to the former, really. In my experience though, it’s almost always been in front of my family. Though I think I told you about when I accidentally enlarged my friend’s rock collection…. he was a no-maj and some aurors came to, um… clean that up. But I didn’t get in trouble – I was only twelve or so.”
The Perfect Scientist 