August had to spend an extra moment trying to recover from the short snort he almost gave when Jacob Kingsley whose Dad was from America asked him if either of the Carolina's were close to California. "Yeah, sure, let's go with that," he said, though considering they were on completely different sides of the map, he didn't really consider that to be close. Not even closeish. Maybe one of the midwestern states (though doubtful) or even the southwestern states. It was fairly clear that Jacob had probably never spent much time in the country, but it made sense since most people who weren't from there hadn't, why would they need to when they had their whole lives here? If he hadn't felt he needed to leave himself, he would probably still be there honestly. "To be honest, they're kind of on opposite sides of the country, Cali is west coast, your Carolina's are both considered Southern states," the geography maybe didn't match up, but he was a healer not a geographer, it wasn't his job to explain how that worked. These days he thought it was more cultural and political than anything else. Nearly four hundred years of history would do that.
"Asking for uniqueness from either of my parents would be a bit much, even my middle name isn't very original, it's Benjamin, take a wild guess what my dad's name is." he said rolling his eyes. "The rest of my siblings are all either named after my mother, January Kialla, or Aunts and Uncles on either side of the family," he hoped that Jacob's parents at least had more original names for their families. "I might have gone to school with a couple of Jacob's, but I don't really consider it a particularly common name in the wizarding community, you'll more likely run into people named Hadrian or Melrose, maybe a Zannon." he admitted, laughing slightly. That was one thing he could say about the wizarding world at large, there was a real thing about the names not appearing so common, which was a bit of how his mother had put it. Sometimes he wasn't entirely sure how his father felt, but the man always seemed to defer to his mum.
He focused back on the task at hand and shrugged. "I bet there's a lot of people who can tell you a story about why they wanted to be a healer and why it was important for them, but, it was always just something I knew I wanted to do. Almost from the time I could walk and hold a wand I knew that was what I was going to do when I finished school. Be a healer. I had initially imagined I would be in America, but here seems to be just as good and the training program doesn't make you specialise until the end of your rotation, which I think makes more sense so you know what you want to do before you do it. Bit of try before you buy mentality there I'd say." he sometimes couldn't find the right words to describe having a calling, which felt like a bit of nonsense to him. He didn't believe in that kind of thing, but sometimes that's how it felt. "Why'd you decide on being an Auror?"