"-I have nine siblings, Professor Suliman," Joey says, trying not to be short with the nice lady. "Including a fraternal twin. You're telling me I'm a wizard, but not one of them is too?"

     "We can't be sure of your younger brothers," she hedges. "But your elder siblings, and your twin, are entirely nonmagical. You are a Muggleborn, after all; it is only by chance that you have magic at all."

"And I'd be going to school in Scotland." It's not that he dislikes the idea, he's an Anglophile at heart, but it seems... unusual. Him being from California, and all.

     "Yes. Your first act of accidental magic was performed on our shores, and that means that, legally speaking, you are a resident of Wizarding Britain. I'm sure you'll like it there."

He shakes his head. "No doubt, ma'am. I just - it's a lot to take in."

     "I understand," she says kindly. "I'm here to answer any questions you have."

He turns to Daddy Michael hesitantly. "Um. Do we have any questions?"