He tried to imagine what a sibling to Johann might look like, and failed. Feliks grinned to learn that the older wizard had also wanted siblings - it was something he'd always wanted after hearing the other children at the Cottage talk about their big families. Oma herself  had brothers and sisters too.

             "... you have to share the time and attention. You have to look after them too. But you know that? You know a little of what it is like...

Feliks nodded with a touch of seriousness, glancing uncertainly into his cup and drinking the rest of it. Sometimes it was not easy to talk about the Cottage even though he had not long ago left it. Hogwarts was so much nicer. The Spectres and Storms were so much nicer, even Uncle Ignan.

"Da. We had to look after each other. I want to be a good brother," he told his oma before sliding both empty cup and saucer across the table with a shy smile. "Papa has..." Feliks pulled a thinking face. "Aunt Knox, Uncle Goraidh, Uncle Cormag. And I have an aunt in America? Auntie Frances? One in five." He'd been counting them out on his fingers.

So many people and strange names. And he had a small cousin, who Aunt Knox had visited with. Lil Cam. "The... the others in the cottage only came when they were six or seven," he said thoughtfully. "But papa and Johann might have babies?"

“They might!” Camille agreed, her expression brightening further still. The prospect of grandchildren seemed so very unlikely as the years had worn on, and the family had continued to make quiet bets on Johann’s lack of romantic partner. Magic was truly wonderful and maybe there would be wills and ways.

“And you will be a wonderful big brother,” she quickly assured Feliks, “but you will always be my first grandchild.” She reached over and rubbed his cheek with her thumb affectionately, the notes of her floral perfume stronger from her wrist. Camille withdrew and looked up to the photograph of the pair. Johann had always been rather sweet with his younger cousins, as the eldest grandchild. Clueless, quite often, and much better once they were the same age as Feliks or thereabouts. Even Wolfgang for all his bark and bite was softer around his own son growing up. When a man became a father he changed. Still, without younger siblings, she suspected her dear son would research the subjects of children with his usual methods, and she would have plenty excuse to play grandmother.

“Would you like lots of brothers and sisters?” She asked Feliks. “Or have you quite enjoyed being the only one albeit briefly?” Feliks had hardly been at home in Edinburgh before it had been time to rush to Hogwarts to start his formal education. He would have spent more time at Hogwarts by Christmas than he would have at the estate.

             "Would you like lots of brothers and sisters? Or have you quite enjoyed being the only one albeit briefly?”

He frowned slightly as he considered this question, pushing his tea cup forward now that it was empty and the leaves ready to be read. The time he had spent with papa and Johann so far had been... nice. They were careful around him but they were also very warm and they listened to him when he had something to say.

And it made him very happy that he was Oma's first grandchild.

"I don't know." Feliks finally answered, a hint of confusion in him. "I think I want many, many brothers and sisters. As long as I do not have to share my bedroom?" his bashful smile was full of hope and embarrassed selfishness.

His room in Edinburgh was perfect. There was a window that overlooked the back of the estate and the forest. He had a big (comfortable!) bed and a shelf of books and the huskies liked to sleep with him. When he wanted peace or quiet he could go to his room: he could be alone, to read or cry or simply think.

"Um, I also want more pets," he added with a bigger grin. "Another dog! And more newts! But maybe no more jellyfish." Feliks did not mind those but it was sometimes eerie to wake up in the middle of the night to the sight of the glowing invertebrates on his ceiling.