The silence in the room was deafening. Adam looked to her parents, then back to the professor. Their mouths were either stuck in a state of shock or pulled into a tight confused look. She had blown, she just knew it. And now not only would she not be going to Hogwarts, she would be stuck here with her terrible secret revealed.

"I'm sorry," Professor Stromthorn started, his voice a little softer than before "Could you repeat that please?"

Now was a chance to correct herself, she would just take it back and everything would be fine.

"I want to be a witch." her voice stated defiantly as her mouth opened. She wanted to smack herself on the forehead, run away, do something, but her body just stood there looking more calm than she actually was.

Professor Stromthorn seemed to be mitigating something in his mind as he stroked his fingers through his beard. After a moment he stopped "You do understand what you are saying right? Witchcraft and Wizardry aren't two different things."

"I understand." She said softly " But if I'm a wizard, and I'm a boy… then Witches much be girls, and that's what I want to be. I want to be a girl."

"And you won't go, unless we allow this?" That eyebrow precariously high once more.

"That's right sure" she replied, somehow without her voice shaking. In her mind she was screaming trying to regain control of her senses. But whatever good sense she had seemed to had left her, and she couldn't stop telling them what she really wanted.

He pointed his stick at the ground, and the tip started to produce wisps of glowing, sliver light, that circled like vapor. It collected and swirled in the point he spotted, carefully forming and constructing what appeared to be a ferret. Adam didn't know what it was, but she very suddenly felt extremely calm and warm. She felt herself become at peace with the situation.

"Please inform Headmistress Mcgonagall of our current situation." Professor Stromthorn requested to the little being of light. It pulled itself into a ball of light and then shot out an open window. That feeling of comfort, and peace all at once vanished and Adam felt very aware of the situation again. She finally looked back to her parents who had remained very quiet.

"You… you didn't really mean that did you Adam?" His farther finally finding his voice, "You just told them that because you don't really want to go and you know they'll never go for this… right?"

Hearing the what her father said, her heart sank. She wanted to lose all composure and cry. Thankfully there was some ball of courage still left inside her keeping her together.

"No Dad, I meant what I said," her reply was soft and even.

Her mother left, her father's side and took Adam into her arms, holding her close. She was quietly sobbing as she stroked Adam's hair.

"When? When did this happen?" she questioned.

"It's just… it's just kind of always been this way Mum," taking a deep breath.

"What did we do to make you feel this way? Did somebody hurt you?" Her father now joining the two of them.

"No! Nothing like that!" Her voice rising in volume and anger, as she pulled away from them. "It's nothing you did, it's nothing anyone did! I've just always felt like this. I didn't even know anything was really wrong until Dad had that talk with me. And everyday I want to throw up because I know my body is going to change in ways I don't like. It's going to become something awful that I just can't live with. And then you wanted to send me to that awful all boys school, I thought I would die, I wanted to die."

"You can't mean that…" Her mother reaching out for her.

"BUT I DO MEAN THAT!" Her own eyes filled with tears of anger, "I MEANT EVERY WORD OF IT!"

"What's going on?" Amy was standing on the center step on the staircase, looking down at her family fighting. "Who's he?" She asked pointing at Professor Stromthorn.

"My name is Professor Stromthorn, I'm here to speak to your bro-umm..Sibling." he tried to correct himself, not wanting to make the situation more heated than it already was.

"why is everyone shouting, and crying?" she tilted her head to the side a little, " is this about Laura?"

"Who's Laura?" Their mother asked, turning to Amy.

"Adam, is Laura…" Amy now pointing at her older sibling.

"You knew about this?" David, appearing more curious.

"Adam has a journal… It talks a lot about Laura…"

Just as David was about to ask another question another ball of light appeared on the coffee table. It formed into a silver tabby, and from it came a sharp and proper voice, "I will be there soon."