He looked at Peyton in amazement. There seemed to be so much magic in thier family, and different kinds as well. He then changed his expression to be one that was composed and calculating. It was interesting to hear that his father had been telling him the truth all these years, and his sister would probably be interested to hear that. "Yes they did work together. I guess at that point my family wasn't using wands either." He watched as Penthea put her head on Peyton's lap and thought that it might be a bit easier to find things out from them. An affectionate person was always an easier mark in his experience. He saw thier magic and his mouth fell open at the way it worked with the lights. It almost seemed like the shake itself had apparated into her hand.
He closed his mouth and decided to show them his own wandless magic. He saw a book on the nightstand and lifted his hand and made a beconning motion with his first two fingers and the book flew off the nightstand and into his hand. "I have a few tricks that not many people around here have figured out. I think it's because my family didn't use wands up until my grandfather. They didn't go to Hogwarts, even though the school had been around for centuries, but our magic was learned at home, without the wands, at least that's what my grandfather used to say."
Then he put his head down and looked at the book, it was a book on magic, wandless magic. "Studying up on something you already do? My father used to make my sister and I practice all the time. I can only move things that I can see, but she can move things that she can't too."