Cian shrugged a little, shifting a bit in his seat and lowering his gaze to the book that had been underneath Romeo and Juliet. War of the Worlds. He shook his head. "I just... do." He muttered. "It's... what I can do. Me. And my parents. And aunts and uncles. My grandparents and great grandparents... I'm not sure where the gift started but it was a long time ago. That's why I'm here. I want to do art, and my jewelry, but my parents want me to be a magician like them, like my uncle. They don't use their real names so no one really knows the Redican name unless they know my family personally." And there weren't many of them left. His parents had been pushing him to find a relationship, have a kid---hopefully a girl, they mused---but he was too deathly afraid of people. He understood sexuality but was never fully aware of what, exactly, he was.

Cian snorted, shaking his head. "Probably sounds like stupid witchcraft to a chemist, I guess." He muttered.