'This is ridiculous.' Barkevious thought to himself as he pulled the itchy fabric of his dress robes away from his neck. He honestly didn't understand why his parents insisted on these stupid formalities every time they sat down to dinner. It was over 80 degrees outside, and here they were in full robes. But, as his mother loved to remind him whenever he expressed his discontent;
"We are one of the foremost wizard families in the county, and we are going to act like it".
Barkevious shifted uncomfortably in his seat as his older brother Hughtavious began yet another one of his ridiculous Quodpot stories. He and his family had finished their dinner, and were now being regaled with tale after tale detailing Hughtavious' seemingly endless list of accomplishments. Hughtavious had just finished his second year at Richelieu Academy of Magic, the premier wizarding school in the southern United states, and Barkevious' parents couldn't be prouder. 5 generations of Mingos had attended Richelieu, along with pretty much every other prominent wizard family in the south. It had always been his parents dream to see all their children graduate from their alma mater. Too bad it would never happen, for Barkevious had never been able to conjure a single spark.
