"So," he continued, "the natural upside of having a kid at sixteen means you can't use magic because of the Trace, plus the mom being a muggle, plus moving to the welsh countryside to live with her gran and help with the kid, means you just..." He shrugged. "Slip through the cracks."
Being a depressing statistic can help save your life, who knew?
"So yeah. Cause I stuck around, made it ten times better than most kids in our situation, which trust me...not an anomaly."
He drummed his fingers, waiting impatiently for his pint. A moment later, it thumped on the table in front of him, and he took a long drink.