Making magical memories

[Jacob King]

Completely unable to relate, Hunter just rushed off again.
"Daaad! Sam's a wizard!!!" he called before even reaching the top of the stairs. As the boy went for his backbag in the foyer where the unsafe wizarding products were, Jacob followed him upstairs.
"He saw the Daily Prophet!" Hunter explained before his father could even ask what makes him so sure about it. Even with this information Jacob wasn't convinced yet. He didn't know Sam's father closely but he thought that in four years he would've noticed if the man was a wizard or at least that they'd by chance met on Diagon Ally. He supposed it wasn't too implausible that a muggle-born wizard was living in their neighourhood, and certainly hoped it was so rather than the charm on the newspapers having expired.
"Sam? Take a deep breath. I'll help you figure this out," the man said calmly as they entered Hunter's room and he noticed the boy's distress. He didn't want to promise anything more, unsure if he'd have to obliviate, cover up or explain further.