Mariko is sitting on the apartment balcony with her notebook, diligently writing out her thoughts for the day. She doesn't really feel like it, she's got a bad cold and would sooner lie in bed being brought miso soup at regular intervals, but she knows she'll feel better if she sorts out her thoughts even if those thoughts are mostly that she hates being sick, and wishes she could assign the part of herself that wants to do things literally every day come what may to her immune system its own body to do this for her.
"They're very good. They aren't kill-myself-in-cram-school good, I'm too Canadian for that, but they're good."
"That's perfect! With your discovery of magic and good grades, my father is sure to offer you a scholarship."
"But, if you grandmother finds out, will she be as pleased?"
"No, she won't."
Tamaki looks crestfallen.
"Let's be practical for a moment," Kyoya says, "You have four options. The first is to try to avoid coming to the attention of the magical community. To do this with any chance of success, you would need to move to a remote location and remain there. If you are happy to live in Canada, this becomes easier but you would still need to avoid major centers of commerce. The second option is to be public with the truth. I would advice against this, for a number of reasons, one of which is that there is a small group of people who will likely think the best response is to simply eliminate you. The third option is to be selective with your truth telling. Let a few influential people in on the secret, leave everyone else to wonder. If you approach this carefully, it should be possible without significantly endangering you and eventually enough time will pass and you will be known enough that the secret is less volatile. The fourth option is, as you said, a really good excuse. There are likely to be ones more plausible than your being a fashion designer in the making, but that depends on your skillset."
"I can probably pull off 'mysterious' if it'll pass muster."
"It's not without risk and you'll need to become good at deflecting, but it does seem one of the likelier options."
"Test my deflection?" she suggests.
"A commoner like you, where did you learn magic?"
"Commoner? What an outdated term. Do you really just go around calling people that, can't you afford protocol lessons?"
"You've hardly earned the right to be called anything better. Where did you come from?"
"Canada! I was born in British Columbia but mostly grew up in Vancouver until my mom decided to move here."
"But surely your mother didn't know magic? I've never heard of her," his tone is vaguely scornful.
The twins seem mildly alarmed.
"She likes to move in really cosmopolitan circles. Last week she invited six Korean expats over and I think they believed they were attending a wedding, they had that little mutual ability to communicate. I think you'd bore her after five minutes."
"I think that will do."
The twins give exaggerated sighs of relief.
"What are your goals, exactly? Do you want to become an active part of magical society? Do you wish for the desire to do magic unobstructed?"
"I'm not sure what there is in the way of magical society or what I'd get out of it but I definitely want to do magic unobstructed."
"If you simply wish to be unobstructed, secrecy and deflection will be enough. But if you want to gain political capitol of your own it would be better to have a convincing excuse."
"Maybe I'll be better able to think of one after I've been moving in the right circles long enough."
"Perhaps. Are you pursuing any particular area of study?"
"There's only so much you can specialize in high school but I'm considering international relations."