"Kyle!" Mother yells.

I look towards her.

"It's about time to go! Is your friend coming?" Mother asks.

Father nods, adjusting his tie.

"I'm sure!" I say.

After a couple of more minutes of standing, Kenny comes with his family, wearing his Hogwarts clothes (excluding robes, being the white shirt and tie.)

"Oh so this is something fancy," he says.

I nod.

"I think so," I say.

He nods. I turn around to his family.

"Kyle Broflovski, ma'am," I say.

I bow for his mother, she laughs.

"Such a nice boy."

I smile before going for a handshake with the older brother and younger sister.

"We are going to talk about that-," Kenny starts.

I nod.

"Go ahead," I say.

The rest go ahead of us as Kenny and I stand for a minute.

"What's with the pretentious bullshit? My mother might get hopeful that I'll start acting well if this continues!" Kenny says.

I laugh.

"It's less for a good first impression and more what I was told to do," I say.

"You didn't fucking bow for me when we met! False advertising!" Kenny says.

"No, I was taught to have respect for my elders. And sure your brother is older than me but I don't know, I just shook his hand for whatever reason," I say.

"I'm older than you!" Kenny says.

"By like two months!" I say back.

I look back to see our families are far off already.

"Let's go catch those fucks," I say.

We both run to catch up, we catch them at the Black's house.

"Fucking Token and getting most of the family money," I say.

"Hey, I'd be happy with one hundredth of his money," Kenny says.

We get in. Kenny looks like he has entered hell.

"What is with the like hundred posh people?" Kenny asks.

"Happens, when we all get here together. We're a very big family with a great ton of cousins," I say.

"Kyle! So glad you could come!"

"Oh how have you grown!"

Kenny looks utterly horrified.

"Whose the friend? He isn't a mudblood, is he?"

"No great grandpa, he is not," I say.

"Mudblood? Just so casually?" Kenny asks.

"We're posh people who speak like we were from 1600's," I say.

"But you reacted so grandly to hearing mudblood," Kenny says.

"Oh shut up my family is shit," I say.

I look over to find father, like always, close to mother, this time keeping Kenny's mother and his big brother under his eye as well.

"Such a funny girl. Do you know Ike yet?" Uncle asks.

Kenny's little sister keeps her face stony.

"No, I don't," she says.

She sounds surprisingly passive aggressive for such a sweet child.

"Oh. Ike!" Uncle yells.

Ike walks up to him.

"Yes uncle?" He asks.

"Have you met little Karen? You have some awesome cousins from your granny's side!" Uncle says.

I laugh as Ike looks at him, confused.

"She wouldn't be here if she wasn't in the family. Likes quidditch, just like you," Uncle says.

"Oh awesome," Ike says.

Kenny's sister is slowly regretting her life, seeing from how her face goes from stony to utterly depressed.

"I don't think we talked that much, my name's Ike," Ike says.

He is trying to save the situation.

"Um... eh! Hi?" Kenny's sister says.

"What was your name?" Ike asks.

"Karen, my name's Karen," Kenny's sister says.

"Nice name, Karen," Ike says.

"Okay, before we go on, my family isn't exactly fond of Squibs, call me 'non-worthy' or whatever the fuck that is. So that's why nobody actually talks about my mother. You heard him say 'from your granny's side', right? Well, we don't refer to my mother, at all," I say.

"Why the hell did you invite my mother here then?" Kenny asks.

"It's dislike, not violent hatred. It's more Squib spawn that they hate. 'Just as bad as muggleborn' according to them," I say.

"You're Squib spawn or whatever the fuck you said," Kenny says.

"Yeah but I'm smart and refer to my dad. If anyone asks you about your family, you should mention your granny and grandpa," I say.

Kenny nods.

"Well thank you for at least mentioning it, even if it's a bit late now," Kenny says.

I laugh.

"By the way, happy Hanukkah," I say.

I give him his gift.

"There you go," I say.

"Yey, a book," Kenny says.

"I went through a hell of a lot to get you that," I say.

He opens it.

"Oh yey, a story book," he says.

I groan.

"Honestly. I knew you Gryffindors are stupid but... look at this here," I say.

I point at the title.

"'The witch nobody thought possible'. What the hell?" Kenny asks.

"It's... goddamnit. It's the story I mentioned. It's about a witch that was born from a Squib and a muggle. The story's first page literally says that it was always thought impossible and that in truth, there are no recorded cases of a Squib birthing a witch or wizard with a muggle! Kenny, you and your sister are miracles, we have to find out how this was possible. Come on, Ken, this might be the greatest discovery in maybe 100 years of wizard history. Or one of the greatest. You are supernatural!" I say.

Kenny, surprised, opens the book to read the page. Painfully slowly.

"When was this written?" Kenny asks.

"77 years ago," I say.

"But what if someone was born in these 77 years, before us?" Kenny asks.

"No, we have records from that time at our disposal, the Broflovski's at least. Nobody like that has been born in the last 100 years, I checked like 4 times," I say.

Kenny stares at the page.

"Did my mother cheat on my dad or something? Certainly I'm her child," Kenny says.

"Twice? If someone is cheated, it's your older brother. But there is this thing called truth serum," I say.

"You cannot be suggesting-," Kenny starts.

"This is the greatest discovery in human memory if you are what we are thinking you are! Kenny, we have to! This could be something far bigger than both of us! Your sister and you could be something so incredible that it could make the world all over again," I say.

"Wouldn't the adults be investigating it?" Kenny asks.

I shake my head.

"Your heritage from your grandparents grandparents granny is missing. That is the logical explanation but it's very possible she's a muggle," I say.