Crash.
Minerva McGonagall started at the sound of a glass shattering in the other room.
"Albus, are you alright?" She raised her voice so she could be heard from the other room. She and Albus Dumbledore were overlooking the first year register and preparing to send out the Hogwarts letters. All that remained was to double-check the last names.
"Minerva, could you please come here for a moment and verify this for me? I'm afraid that my eyes are not what they used to be."
"Don't be silly Albus, your eyes are as perfect as the day you were born." Minerva smiled, shaking her head while she finished preparing the Earl Grey tea.
"So why do I wear glasses, then?" Albus replied and then murmured the repairing spell on whatever he had dropped or knocked over.
"Because Albus, you think they make you look wise, and I do hope that wasn't one of my special tea cups from Atlantis that I brought you back last Christmas." Minerva carried the tray of tea into the room.
"Well it appears you'll never know," Albus smiled at her.
"So what did you want me to see?" Minerva put the tea down, poured a cup and came over to look at the register on Albus's desk.
"A new name has appeared on the register," said Albus as he took his glasses off and started cleaning the lenses.
"Well that's nothing new, names are added all the time. Why just last week we had a new Weasley girl." Minerva looked at the list trying to find the newcomer.
"It's the name I'm interested in."
"Just tell me what you're talking about, Albus," Minerva said, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes.
"The name is Cicierega."
Crash.
"But that's impossible, the Cicieregas were…No, it can't be." Minerva stared at the name on the list.
"It appears that they weren't." Albus sighed and stared at the name.
It read Neil Cicierega, age 19.
"If he's nineteen then how is it that we've only heard of him now?" Minerva said as she busied herself getting another cup of tea and repairing the one she had dropped.
"When were the Cicieregas stripped of their magic and banished? Four centuries ago, was it? There have been cases of magic returning to the banned after many generations, perhaps he is the first of the new Cicieregas." Albus sat down in the chair by the fire and poured himself a cup of tea.
"Albus, something must be done, there were some of the most evil wizards known to… well, wizards! Worse even than Grindelwald! They cannot be allowed to regain their magic." Minerva sat in the chair opposite of him gesturing madly with one hand while holding the other one perfectly still in order to not spill her tea.
"So what do you propose we do, Minerva, strip them of their magic again? We don't even know this boy, how are we to know if he'll end up like his ancestors?"
"Albus, some people do not deserve a second chance."
"This boy never even had a first.
"But why haven't we noticed him until now? He's nineteen Albus, how did he get past the sensors?"
"I don't know Minerva, but we cannot have an untrained wizard walking around, especially one with the potential caliber of the former Cicierega's. They were some of the most powerful Wizards throughout time."
"So do you propose we teach him here, then? At nineteen?"
"Where else? At least this way we can judge whether the Cicierega's are ready to return to the magical world before the Ministry get at them."
"And will he join the first years?"
"Heavens no, Minerva, we'll work it out. Now let's finish these letters."