Domitian watched Nico fumble to retrieve his wand with his lips tightly pursed. He didn't know what to make of this. His son had admitted what he'd been doing, and Domitian's response had been nothing but neutral, and yet the boy clearly believed himself to be in a good deal of trouble. Dom looked at his son's wand, but made no move to take it.

"Nicodemus," he said with a frown. "You have next to nothing in common with your sister."

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