She told Rory, of course.

It was Rory. Not telling him would have been like…Amelia couldn't even think of an example of what it would be like, that was how unthinkable the idea was.

More specifically, Amelia went to tell him almost as soon as she took the Oath.

She had gotten home and gone up to her bedroom the night of the rummage sale and plopped on her bed, brand new (well, to her) copy of So You Want to be a Wizard in hand.

Not that Amelia had opened it and started reading right away. She had been too busy fuming because she was grounded. Again. No leaving the house, no TV, no hanging out with Rory. (Stupid psychiatrist.) So instead she spent about half an hour lying back, glaring intently up at her ceiling, periodically punching her pillow and muttering words that thirteen year olds were never supposed to know but actually always did.

After that she spent about ten minutes pacing around her room, muttering more, and pointedly refusing to clean up any of the clothing that littered the carpet. Her aunt could just deal with it.

After that, Amelia started to go downstairs for a snack, only to remember that she was grounded before she got halfway down the stairs, at which point she went back up to her room to sulk until dinner about her grounding and the fact that her aunt wouldn't even let her tell Rory that she was grounded so that he would know.

And so it was about twenty minutes into the sulking that Amelia finally got bored of glaring at her ceiling and decided that, hey, she had a new book—one which she'd bought with the fear of grounding specifically in mind. At that point, she figured she might as well read it.

After that, she opened the book. And after that, she was very surprised. It wasn't the expected fantasy-adventure book at all, or if so it was the driest and most verbose young adult novel she had ever seen. But that was decidedly not that impression she got from the first few pages of the book…

By the time she reached the Wizard's Oath, she had all but confirmed that this wasn't some fantasy novel at all; no, it was something very different, and most of all, much realer than she could previously have imagined.

And reciting the Oath, reading the plain, block of text on the page of the Manual, letting the words rush out of her mouth one after the other…that was an experience she would never forget. Actually, Amelia had doubts that any wizard could even forget a single detail of that moment when they pledged themselves to the service of Life. Whether this preservation was just a function of how extraordinary it was for a wizard to feel the universe leaning in and listening to them for the first time, or engineered specifically to remind wizards of their purpose, Amelia still debated with herself sometimes.

Regardless, that moment where she struggled to find the courage to speak the words typed neatly on the old book in front of her always remained indelibly printed on her memory. The excitement and sheer anticipation, the surety that this was how the Doctor had disappeared into thin air warred with a current of nervousness, pointing out that this vow, this commitment, sounded deadly serious.

But Amelia Pond was the girl with the crack in her wall, the girl who wasn't afraid of anything. So she scrunched up her face and drew in a breath and spoke the Oath to the fabric of the world.

"Till the Universe's end." The last line rang out starkly, solemnly, with finality.

Amelia Pond waited. Something had happened, was her inescapable feeling—yet if so, none of it was immediately apparent. No magical transformation sequence occurred, no old sage with a long beard appeared to talk to her. (No Raggedy Doctor.)

Luckily, she was not in the habit of convincing herself that things hadn't actually happened just because they were fantastical.

That moment, though; that moment was the first time the universe told Amelia Pond straight to her face, "You take care of this; it's your responsibility," and Amelia Pond actually sat up and listened.

After a moment, she flipped through the old-looking, weathered book sitting on her lap and turned to the listing of all of the practicing wizards that she had seen earlier, while skimming. And right there, the sixth entry under P, the text read "Pond, Amelia E."

Amelia smiled and ran to tell Rory. Then she remembered that she was grounded about halfway down the stairs. But she wanted to tell Rory, she needed to tell Rory, because magic was real and what could be more incredible, especially to a thirteen year old?

That is how, two hours later, a successful transit spell became the first time Amelia Pond used magic.

Rory was pretty skeptical at first, but he wasn't in the habit of disbelieving Amelia's fantastical things either, so he looked at the Manual and let her teleport them back to her bedroom and stared in awe because he was actually there, he had actually moved all the way to another house in a split second.

Then they got in trouble, because it turned out that transit spells made a loud banging sound and Amelia's aunt had come upstairs to investigate, only to find Amelia gone, and then back with Rory—neither of which were circumstances that were at all permissible when one was grounded. But Amelia and Rory? They were okay. And now, they had magic.

Or, well, Amelia did. But frankly? Rory might as well have it too, as close as they were. And the whole universe laid open before them.