Burning Day, ch. 13:
Starspun occurred only a few days after Christmas, the week-long holiday taking place between the end of the year and the beginning of the new year. The entire week was spent on the Prewett Clan’s main estate, where the Family Magic the Clan was known for was at its strongest. Now that he was officially a member of the Prewett family and bore their name, Harry benefited from being enveloped in that magic, though he barely noticed it. It was there, a constant hum, but for most of the week, he was more concerned with eating and running around with others his age, learning all the different games that were typical in Nevarah.
Large as the Prewett Clan was, it was unsurprising that there were a couple dozen other teens and pre-teens around—some of them were now technically Harry’s cousins, while others were technically his nieces and nephews, the children of Fabian and Gideon’s older children. The thought crossed his mind once or twice, and it was a strange thought, but he quickly pushed it aside in preference of the Phoelix way of thinking of things—they were his nest.
It was that simple.
