Your cousin is coming to stay was, really, quite a vague statement. Genia, of course, had cousins on both sides of her family and while none of them lived in Britain, none of them were likely to pose an embarassment should the come to visit. She had had to prod for more information before the identity of the cousin had been narrowed down—one with whom she shared her Iya, then. Kayode.

Though she had heard of the intervening years from her aunties, her brothers, it had been perhaps a decade since she had last seen Kayode Gbadamosi in person, and the grown man that so warmly embraced their shared matriarch was rather at odds with the teenager she remembered. The height, though, that was the same: her cousin had towered over her at eight, and did so still at eighteen.

His question she left to Iya to answer, instead glancing at Callista, to judge her reaction. Genia was proud, of course, of her Yoruba heritage, spoke the language, had become an animagus before even her transfiguration professor, carried the accomplishments and hopes of her ancestors with her... but she had been born here, upon British soil, as had her sister. Unlike Femi, who had nonetheless been sent 'home' for schooling, both girls had merely visited Lagos, visited Benin. Their father had taken great pains making the girls as English as possible, that they might meld into Society and find success there.