You slipped the normal socks over your magic ones and wait.
Mom called dinner and you shared a glance with Danny. No choice but to go...
The meal was awkwardly quiet, Mom and Dad were avoiding eye contact, and you couldn't help but look at Dan almost constantly throughout the meal raising your eyebrows, to which he would shake his head...
30 minutes later the meal was done and while cleaning up after dinner, you eagerly touched your face hoping that your stubble would revert back to the once per week amount you were used to. But alas.
Both you and Dan retreated back to your room leaving your parents to figure their problems out.
"So what now?" Daniel asked.
"Fuck if I know," you said without realizing you swore until Dan giggled. "Ugh, Dad's got a mouth on him."
"So, if you didn't take dad's beard, then you aren't 15 anymore. How old are you?"
"I don't know. Maybe 16 or 17? It's kinda hard to tell."
"What's that gonna do to your lifespan..."
"Shorten it I'd expect... Look if you're going to be annoying get out of my room."
Dan got huffy and went to leave, "I'm not annoying, I'm a genius!"
"It didn't work, I take the genius part back. You're just annoying." You called after him smirking. That night you went to bed with the socks on, just in case...