"Uncle Avery! I'll be heading off now!!"
The sharp clear voice of an overly excited youth resonated throughout the entirety of Avery Maple's household. What came after was a series of light but rapid taps quickly followed by the sound of a heavy door swinging shut.
'CLINK!'
Upstairs, perched near a window in the household, a man who had a rather thin frame watched the youth run off as he took a puff from the wooden pipe held loosely in his hand. Traces of concern could be found in the man's lazy eyes despite his relaxed, and uncaring disposition while he watched the youth finally turn a corner, away from his sight. Rings of smoke escaped from his thin lips as he released a small sigh.
"This rascal! Hopefully, the truth won't hurt him too much." The man lamented, shaking his head a few times. "A pity, a pity. With his extraordinary sense of intuition, he would have made a fine magician."