"We Apparated." He raised the twig-like thing again, which you could now identify as something resembling the wands you saw in witch stories. "I told you, I'm a wizard. Dad, Mum, and my brothers are too, in case you had any doubts." Now the idea that he might actually be a wizard didn't seem so ridiculous. "Do you want to run?" He asked, visibly fearful of your response.