Justin sat at his brown oak desk in his office looking at the formal letter he had received in the mail. He shook his head as he read the first opening line, 'Dear Professor Justin Vinchenso Pepe Russo, I am very sad to have to tell you this, but unfortunately dark magic has once again has been discovered in the wizard world…' Justin sighed and shoved the letter in to one of his desk drawers, refusing to read the rest. He rested his head on the back of his chair as he looked around his large office. The walls that surrounded the room where built with a light stone blocks that had slowly aged over the years causing them to have dark brown patches in several places. The large fireplace was lit, and the large flames lightened the room as the heat gradually overtook the cold chill that hung in the air. Justin sat quietly as he could hear the flames continuously roar. He watched the shadow of the flames flickers on the large red patterned rug which covered a large section of the slated floor.

Justin rose from his wooden chair and turned to the great window behind him. As he looked out at the countless number of stars in the sky. His thought were then interrupted when he heard a faint knocking at the door which was at the far end of the room. "Come in!" He called turning to greet his guest. Helen sheepishly entered the room, smiling awkwardly at Justin.

"Evening Helen, come sit down," he gestured to one of the two wooden chairs in front of his desk. Helen nodded as she walked over and sat down on the chair. "Are you okay Helen?" Justin asked while sitting in his larger sized chair.

"Yeah, sorry. I just need to discuss something with you professor, something important."

Justin nodded, "of course Helen, what is it?"

She paused before clearing her throat, "well, it's the genealogy programme you've set up here."

"Oh yeah, of course! How's that going?" he asked excitedly, "I'm sorry I should have checked up on you more it's just everything's been mad lately."

"It's going okay…" she sighed, "it's just…"

"Oh," said Justin filling in the awkward silence Helen had left, "I think I understand. You're finding the work load too much to handle, especially with you already being my assistant. I totally understand. If you want I could-"

"What!" Helen squawked making Justin nearly jump out of his skin. "No, you're not letting me finish! I've found an issue with one of the cases and… I'm not sure if it's the right decision to tell you or not but I feel that you have the right to know."

Justin nodded, he looked at Helen confused as she stared at him blankly, "do you want to tell me what it is?" He asked her, beginning to grow impatient.

"Sorry," she apologised as she come out of her trance. "Well, a young werewolf girl has come forward looking for her birth parents. I've looked in to her case and I've found something quite shocking." She clicked her fingers and with a poof and a small glimmer of light a pile of papers appeared in her hands. Helen handed the records over to Justin, "read it," she ordered him.

Justin nodded nervously, wondering what he was going to find. He then proceeded to read the records, "Anastacia Monique Woods, born April 26th 1710, London, England. Adoptive parents Raymond and Jillian Woods. Birth parents Mason Greyback and Juliet Van Housen…" As Justin began to trail off he felt a lump form in his throat. He felt his hands begin to shake as he set the records down on his desk, he looked down at the floor in order to avoid Helen's gaze.

"I'm sorry Professor," she whispered, "I'm not sure if this was a good idea telling you, but you had a right to know."

"But this can't be true, she would have told me. Mason would have told Alex. You must have got your research wrong," he pushed the records across his desk to Helen, still avoiding any eye contact with her.

"Actually, I didn't research who her birth parents were, she told me herself. Apparently, her adoptive parents told her and they're the ones who encouraged her to find them. I did look more in to her adoption, I thought I could give you more information. If you want me to tell you?"

"I don't know, I feel like Juliet and Mason should be the ones to explain everything."

"I can do one better," Helen smirked causing Justin to look up rom his desk. "The girl is coming here tomorrow, what if you took over her case?"

"Oh, I'm not sure that's a good idea. I feel like it wold be wrong somehow."

"Why what's wrong about it? You get all your questions answered and this girl gets to find her parents!"

"But I don't get all my questions answered!" Justin snapped as he lifted his head up to look at a very shocked Helen. "I won't know why Juliet hid this from me or how her and Mason kept it quiet for so long and I won't know if Alex knows or not or…"

"Okay!" interrupted Helen, "I get it! But think of it this way, you'll have most of your questions answered so it'll be easier when you talk to Juliet about it. Plus, you'll get time to know the girl. I mean, she's going to be a big part of your life."

"I don't know," he sighed.

"Okay well just think about it," Helen collected her records and rose from her seat. "She's coming to my office at 11:30, why don't you come in quickly just to ask me something and then if you want to stay you could maybe send me to do some work, then you can take over her case. If you feel comfortable."

Justin nodded, "thanks Helen." She then proceeded to wave goodbye and click her fingers, causing her to flash out of his office. Justin banged his clenched fist on his desk as he gave another heavy sigh. Suddenly, his wand which was lay next to him on his desk began to flash a luminous green light.

Justin picked it up and poked it, causing it to give off a loud bleep. He then held it to his ear and listened to the voice that came from within it. In a mono tone the wand said, 'you have one new message.' BEEP!

"Hi Justin, it's me," said Juliet, "I was just wondering what time you'll finish work today? I thought we could go and get dinner. Okay, I'll see you tonight. Bye!"

Justin shook his head as he slammed his wand back on to the desk, "no you won't," he whispered as he lay his head back on to the back of his chair.