"My parents are wizards, I always knew," Emma shrugs. "Can I-?" she reaches for Jenny's arm in fascination.

"I got a letter," Victor offers. "That's how I found out."

She holds out her other arm for Emma to inspect, but looks at Victor. "Oooh, are you a Muggle too?"

"Uh, Muggles can't do magic," Emma reminds her with a smile, touching a feather gingerly. "If your parents are Muggles, you're, um, Muggleborn." She looks curiously at Victor. "You really didn't know? I thought most wizards did at least a little- make stuff move, or vanish, or, um, light up, I don't know."

"Odd things happened around me, but I didn't know why. And they weren't odd enough to seem like magic."

"Like what? Anything neat?"

He shakes his head.

"Things that - upset my family, sometimes. I don't want to talk about it."

"Sorry! Never mind." It is Jenny's expert opinion that anyone making the face Victor is making needs a hug, but she's only just met him (and she doesn't really want to get that much of her near Muninn's very large beak without permission). So she turns her arms back to normal and abandons scratching Muninn to pat Victor's shoulder instead. "Weeee could talk about school?"

Emma mumbles an apologetic, "Sorry" to Victor that may or may not be audible.

Hesitant smile.

"I'm really not sure what to expect from a magic school," he says. "I hope it's nice there."

"It's really pretty?" Emma offers. "I, um, obviously I haven't been, but Mummy and Daddy have lots of photos." She perks up suddenly. "Oh, I think I have one of Mummy's graduation! Want to see?"

"Yes, all right."

Emma digs around on her bag until she comes up with a slightly battered photo. Two teenagers in wizard's robes are waving at the camera from in front of a legitimately spectacular view of the countryside. The castle is cut off, but even still takes up most of the left side of the background. Every so often another wizard, also clearly in graduation robes, will accidentally wander into the frame, jump, and then scurry out of the way. Emma smiles somewhat wistfully at the image of her parents before holding it out so the others can see.

"You're right, that is pretty."

"Awww, hi tiny people!" Jenny waves back at the photograph. "Do all pictures move? I thought it was just the ones in the shops!"

"All of them! Muggle pictures are still? That must be, um," weeeeird, "less, uh, alive?" She runs a finger along a mountain in the background. "Scotland's pretty but Hogwarts is extra pretty."

"If you say so! I've never been, mum and dad have work and traveling with five kids is a right mess."

"You have five siblings? What's that like?" Emma asks wistfully.

"Busyyyyy", Jenny laughs. "But I love them all! Even when they drive me crazy! What're yours like?"

"Oh. Um, there's just me."

"What, really? Aww, I'm sorry." That sounds horribly lonely and dull to Jenny, but she doesn't say so; Emma already looks sad enough. Instead, she may have a shoulder pat as well. "Victor, what about you?"

"I live with my aunt and uncle and cousin. I don't have any siblings."

Well, Jenny will definitely not be asking what happened to his parents, because that has no good answers. But. Poor Victor. He gets another shoulder pat. "Cousins are good too! I have lots."

Emma does not think quite quickly enough. "Your aunt and uncle? So-" then she stops. And looks at him. And shrinks back into her seat. "Um. areyoumaybevictorevans."

He sighs.

"Yes," he admits.