The living room was cozy, full of bookshelves that contained fiction, with armchairs spread around it, the big windows brightly lighting the room. There were also big chandeliers, unused at the moment, hanging around the room like spiders.
They sat on armchairs were around a table, and Azrikam waved his hand, making a tray of cookies, tea, and milk appear. He poured each of us a cup, to which I added the milk. There was no sugar on the tray. I didn't ask for it, since I could compensate the milky bitterness with the sweetness of the cookies, anyway.
"Did you call me for this?" I asked Azrikam. "Because I thought you called me to ask me questions in your official capacity. Not as my uncle."
"As loyal as I am to the Magic Council," Azrikam said, taking a sip out of his cup, "family comes
