"What do you mean she's not human—of course she's human! I know *exactly* what she is."

"I don't mean that she's not human. What I am saying is that she has the ability to perform magic…"

Clara stood in her living room, listening to the Doctor argue with Remus, but truthfully the conversation was rather blurred. She was trying to digest what had just happened, and what Remus meant when he said she wasn't a muggle. She had taken the wand to prove to the Doctor their new…werewolf friend wasn't lying. Okay, maybe she had wanted it to work but she'd never actually expected it to. She hadn't expected something to come out of the end of the wand. Especially not a blinding bright light which was very different compared to the soft glow Remus had conjured.

"Can you both stop?!" she snapped finally, and the room went silent as both men turned to look at her. She wrapped both arms around herself in a defensive cocoon, trying very hard not to seem in the least bit anxious about what this meant. "Instead of arguing about what's happened it would be really nice if you could just tell me." She looked at Remus when she said this, knowing he was the only person in the entire world currently that could actually answer her. And she really, really need to know. Because she didn't like being scared.

Remus was silent for a moment, one of his hands nervously reaching up to push his hair off his forehead. "Your friend couldn't preform the spell because he's not magical." He answered finally, gesturing to the Doctor briefly with one hand. "You could."

This was a rather obvious fact, and didn't make Clara feel much better. "Yes but….why? Couldn't it just be an accident…"

"No." Remus didn't even consider the idea. "You either possess the ability or you don't."

Clara stared at him for a long moment before her gaze darted to the Doctor, who's expression was unreadable. "Then…what does that mean? I thought you said children received a letter…"

"Normally they do." Remus sighed, feeling just as confused as Clara was. He hadn't come across anything like this before in his life, or even heard of it. "Perhaps there was a confusion with the fact you can travel in time or something…"

"The Impossible Girl."

"I'm sorry?" Remus looked at her, and Clara swallowed, glancing at the Doctor hesitantly. The words had slipped out without her thinking.

"I'm the Impossible Girl."

"And what does that mean exactly?"

"It's complicated." The Doctor answered briskly, standing up. "But it could be the reason why the letter wasn't delivered."

There was a rather awkward silence.

"What does this mean?" Clara asked finally. "What do I have to…do?"

"Well, there's only two choices. You can pretend like none of this ever happened, drop me home and do…whatever it is you normally do." Remus offered finally, giving them both a rather serious look. "Or, you can learn magic and become a witch."

It was absolutely insane, the fact that she was a grown woman and hadn't received a letter, hadn't even *heard* of the magical realm yet conjured a spell far stronger then the one she'd asked for. It was a little intimidating even, and Remus wasn't sure he wanted to handle the consequences of it. This was a situation for Dumbledore or the Ministry…not him. He was just a poor, broken man with an uncurbable illness.

'Yet somehow, you're going to be a professor at Hogwarts.' His head reminded him quietly.

"I can't just ignore this." Clara looked rather shocked at the idea. "This changes everything."

"Clara, you can't just go off with a strange man and be taught how to wave a stick." The Doctor cut in, his face far from happy as he thought of the possibilities. "I'm still not convinced he's not an imposter…"

"We do not "wave sticks"." Remus replied dryly, wondering how on earth this man was trusted with a time machine.

"Well, what do you call that then? It's made out of wood!"

"It's a wand."

"Sure it is, but it's made out of a tree. It's wood. It's thin. Therefore it's a stick!"

Remus opened his mouth to reply, then shut it, noticing Clara had abruptly left the room. No doubt it was a big shock for her…and having petty disagreements wasn't helping clear her head. He turned back to the Doctor, his scarred face rather serious. "Whatever it is you think I am, whatever world you think I'm from. She is now a part of it. Like it or not."

The Doctor met his gaze, and it was steely. "Maybe so, but that doesn't change the fact I'm not letting her get anymore meddled into it."

"That's not your choice to make." Remus replied quietly before spinning away, tentatively going to find Clara.

She was sitting out back on the porch, her hands folded in her lap and fiddling with her skirt. She jumped a bit when he came up next to her, pushing his hands into his pockets and looking just as awkward as he felt.

"It shouldn't be too much of a surprise to me, you know." She murmured quietly, staring out at the lawn. "I've experienced so many weird and wonderful things in time and space that this…should be nothing. Especially when you just explained it last night…"

"You didn't think it applied to you, though." Remus paused before sitting down a foot away from her. Clara glanced over at him uncertainly, more nervous then she wanted to admit.

She couldn't stay here and continue teaching, living the same life traveling with the Doctor knowing there was a whole different world she could belong in and be a part of. "I'd have to go back with you, though…and be taught how to do it all properly. Would I go to the school? I'm a bit old for it."

Remus smiled faintly as she thought aloud. Despite the fact she was obviously a little scared, she seemed more curious then anything else. She'd shown that quality already last night when she'd seen his little spell come to life. "It all depends on what you want to do." He replied quietly. "The details can all be sorted out later…if you decide it's what you want to do." He got back to his feet and left her to think about it, going back to his little room she'd let him stay in and sitting on the bed.

What *would they do if she did decide to learn? She couldn't go to Hogwarts and be in a class like the rest of the students…for one she'd be teased relentlessly. She'd need private schooling…a tutor of some sorts….

Remus wasn't sure how long he was in there, rubbing his fingers through his hair and over the rough scars on his face, thinking the matter over and over and over again along with his worries about teaching at Hogwarts—and then there was this whole time travel matter. How had he even ended up here at all? Finally there was a little cough that interrupted his thoughts and he glanced up, finding Clara standing in the doorway with a small plate of sandwiches and some more tea.

"I thought you might be hungry."

Remus blinked before gesturing that she was allowed to come inside. She set the plate on the bedside table along with the tea.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Clara fiddled with her shirt collar. "I've tried to think about it and come to a good decision, but my head just won't let me even consider staying here and…forgetting. Or trying to."

Remus wasn't that surprised. It was a whole new world for her to explore, new abilities for her to figure out…and she'd been so excited about the idea last night. "I've been thinking about it myself." He admitted, helping himself to a sandwich and chewing thoughtfully, trying to organize his thoughts. "The wizarding world isn't exactly in the most welcoming state currently." That was putting it lightly. He didn't want to get into the gritty details of why, especially since Clara was a muggle-born and things could get a bit awkward. "It would be difficult for you to just enter into it unprepared. You'd need some training first, practice learning spells…and you might decide you don't like it and would rather not come."

"Are you offering to teach me?" Clara asked quietly, staring at him with an unreadable expression.

Remus gave a very slow nod. It wasn't like there was anyone else around that could. And he supposed it would be good practice for going back to Hogwarts. "On a few conditions." He added when Clara's eyes widened rather excitedly.

"What?"

"The first one being you are to be totally honest with me. If you don't like it at all, in any way, we stop. I go home, and you stay here and forget about it all." He waited for Clara to nod before continuing. "The second being you're to do everything exactly as I tell you." She obviously had a very "natural" ability and Remus didn't want to get accidently blasted into another dimension because she got overly eager.

"I promise." Clara replied solemnly.

"Alright." Remus paused, trying to think if there was anything else and drawing a blank. No doubt many questions would come up as they went along anyway. He would bet a lot of money on it. "I suppose we'll need to find a rather secluded place to go for a couple days…"

"I'll ask the Doctor." Clara swung away to the doorway, pausing briefly to flash him a rather happy smile. "Thank you!"

Remus listened to her run downstairs, trying not to grin. He somehow doubted she'd still be this happy once they were actually practicing.