"If they've got a magical list, what if they've got a magic thing that knows if you're lying?" She questioned, her shoulders drooping. And what if Hogwarts was convinced their list method was foolproof? Or the solicitor started asking nosy questions and wanted proof themselves? They didn't have that sort of proof. They were really in a bind. The more she stared at Gideon's idea of how to fix it, the further and further away an achievable solution felt. There were too many what ifs.

It seemed like her only option was to choose between going to Hogwarts and continuing on as she always had. It wasn't fair that she couldn't have both. Regular boys were allowed to have both. Stupid Jimmy Fletcher was allowed to have both. What would that mean for her future? Would she just have to settle for just doing odd jobs for the rest of her life? No nifflers. Or dragons. Or quidditch. Or friends, really, since they'd all have gone off to school.

Looking defeated, which was a rather foreign expression for one Billie Farrow, she bobbed her head up and down twice. "Yeah, okay, a week." A week was a blink of an eye.

And she wasn't so sure Gideon was right. Would she really be her still?