37. Animagus

“Kenji , sweety, what’s wrong?” The family sat at the dinner table but Kevin hadn’t picked up his fork yet. Instead, he had been looking in front of him, frowning and his face was slowly turning red.

“…sweety, if you have to , you know, go …you can just go…” the 9 year old turned in the direction of his mother and smiled.

“I’m practising to become an animagus, mom!” His father knocked the back of the fork on the table and they both looked at him. “Eat your dinner, now” Kevin sighed and picked up his fork “…Yes father”