[ WP ] In the world of magic , some people discriminate against others based on what type of magic they use . You , a closet necromancer , are about to come out to your devout holy mage parents .

`` God,'' Dad said. `` I just ca n't handle all of these bonepackers trying to raise their stiffies in unholy union.'' 
 
 Mom nodded quietly while staring at her plate while shifting my a quick sideways look. I tried to catch her eye, but she looked away too fast. 
 
 Dad continued,'' I mean, if you want to work a bone wand, do it in the privacy of your own lair.'' 
 
 `` Oh!'' Mom exasperated. Dad look at her with an eyebrow raised, while reaching for the ketchup. Then she flicked her fingers and said,'' Bless this food!'' Before looking down again. 
 
 `` Mom, Dad,'' I said while swallowing hard. `` I have something to tell you.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, what is it?'' Dad said while stuffing his mouth with peas. Mom cooed softly and looked away. 
 
 `` I'm a necromancer.'' 
 
 Mom dropped the fork on her plate with a clinging noise. Dad stopped midchew. 
 I looked mostly at him, trying to study the lines on face, interpret his judgement. After a second, he started chewing again. 
 
 `` Neato,'' he said. `` But are you gay?''
