The Professor rubbed his head, looking concerned.
"Hmmm…"
Flora looked up with wide eyes, "Do you believe us Professor?"
"Yes, Luke, er, sorry, Flora. I believe you,"
Flora sighed heavily, "What do we do?"
Luke shrugged, "We've been asking that for a while,"
The Professor paced the room for the fifth time. He sighed again. And sat down again.
"I really don't know,"
Luke sniffed. He didn't want to be a girl no more than Flora didn't want to be a boy.
"Professor, please do something,"
The Professor shook his head, "I'm afraid Luke, this is one puzzle I can't solve,"
A/N: I feel so guilty. I bearly update, and I always ask for your help.
Its as if I don't even write the stories on my own. But I need an incident, a huge one, in which Flora helps Luke.
Something! Anybody?