"Okay. You're telling me that you saw an owl fly up to you and place this owl write at your postbox?" Lacey nodded, seriously. The man in front of her, who was sitting in an enormous armchair nodded slowly, eyeing her every move, as if he thought Lacey Reynolds, the perfectly normal girl had now become a psychopath. Of course he would. What was she thinking? Did she actually think that Sherlock Holmes, the most famous detective of all time would take an 11-year-old seriously?! Lacey sighed, standing up from her seat. There was no use. Nobody would believe her. Everyone would have thought she were crazy. Slowly, Lacey Reynolds turned around to face the door. "I-I should be getting home. Sorry for wasting your time, sir."

"Wait."

Huh?

"I know what you're thinking." Lacey slowly turned to face the dark haired man. He still had his stern facial expression on, but something about him made him look less intimidating. "You may think that nobody believes you because you're that girl who stays quiet in her room and does the best at school, and you think that everyone think you are a psychopath. Correct?" This was exactly how Lacey was feeling. "How did you—" Sherlock cut in once again, "Mind you, you are not." Lacey's eyes brightened. Maybe Sherlock did believe her after all. "You are a High Functioning Sociopath. You know, people really should do their research." Reynolds could have sworn to see him smile. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but find your evidence. Add it up. And do what you believe is right. Don't let anybody get in your way."

Lacey smiled. "I will, sir." Holmes nodded. "Alright. It's about time you went home." Lacey headed for the door. "Evidence, Lacey." She heard as she closed the door behind her. Sherlock smiled, watching the girl go. "Sherlock, are you sure it's a good idea encouraging her?" A blonde asked. "John, I wasn't encouraging her. Just telling her to find her evidence. She will make a great woman someday."

Lacey walked a few steps up her house, opened the door, and locked it. She went upstairs and flopped on her bed, taking out her blue notebook, and wrote:

Evidence Hogwarts is Real

Lacey chewed on the tip of her pencil.

Evidence, Lacey.

Holmes voice rang through her ears as she thought of the evidence supporting it. Wait a second—She hadn't even OPENED her letter yet? How was she supposed to even think of evidence without that?! Stupid, stupid, stupid! You're supposed to be the best at class, Lacey. THINK! Lacey opened her letter desperately. Neat handwriting was on it.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Ttaptor O. Harepy

"Strange Name…" Muttered Lacey under her breath.

Dear Miss Reynolds,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Miss Lacey's head was officially, emotionally, physically, and literally blown. What?! A witch? Her? No way! She was a human girl, no magic, no nothing! NOTHING! No Way. Focus, Lacey, Keep Calm. A part of Lacey was secretly screaming in excitement, while the other part of Lacey was screaming because of the nonsense. Was this a joke?!

Lacey scribbled furiously in her book the pros and cons of believing this.

Pros:

-Become a witch?!

-Learn New Things.

-Make mother and father proud.

-Possibly make Mr. Sherlock Holmes proud (Lacey smiled with this one)

-Go to a fictional universe.

-The children will be thrilled and excited.

Cons:

-Be thought as a witch.

-Make everyone think her as crazy and stupid.

-Rumors will go around.

-Everywhere.

Looking up and down at her pros and cons, and there was no denying it. There were definitely more Pros than Cons. Lacey couldn't believe it. She was going to Hogwarts. She looked at her calendar. 6 more days till 31 July. BAM! That was the door. Mom and Dad were home. Lacey ran downstairs with her letter, running towards her exhausted-looking parents. "MOM. DAD." "Hi sweetie, did you have a—"" WE NEED TO TALK." Panted Lacey. She shoved the letter at her parents. Their eyes grew wider and wider at the sheet of paper.

"I can't bloody believe it." Her father took off his glasses. "Well, what are we waiting for. We've got school supplies to shop."