Clark kept his silence on the nobility thing...right up until his Dad started having fits because the family bank account now had at least three thousand dollars more in it than there should be.

He looked to his cousin, and she merely smiled in confirmation to his suspicion.

Martha caught the interaction immediately.

"Is there something you'd like to tell us Willow?"

"I contacted the bank my family uses and made it clear that I planned to stay in America rather than return to the boarding school come September. Because I no longer live with the Dursleys, there were some forms I had to fill out. Apparently my 'guardians' get a bi-monthly stipend for my care. From what I can tell it only went through recently since they had to coordinate with your bank here," said Willow.

Jonathan stared at her.

"Why wasn't I made aware of this?" asked Martha seriously.

Willow shrugged.

"While I might live here, you aren't my legal guardian according to the lawyers. Which meant I had to do it myself since my godfather would be more likely to drag me back to England rather than be of any use. That and I have no idea where he is or even if I can contact him within any reasonable time frame. From what I was told, Aunt Petunia merely acted as my guardian...she never actually filed for it and so she never got the money for my care," said Willow.

Martha sighed.

"So the story she told me about being unable to care for two children was true then."

"Actually she told you a partial lie," corrected Willow. "Vernon made more than enough money to afford two children, but they spoil Dudley to the point that he had an over-inflated sense of entitlement. He literally had two bedrooms until the school my parents went to notified me that I was old enough to attend and they got nervous someone would ask questions."

"Why would he need two bedrooms?" asked Clark baffled.

"One was his room, the other was more of a storage room for anything he broke... I had to clear it out of broken toys and other items because he got bored with them and no longer wanted them. Expensive toys, at that," said Willow in disgust. "And the only reason Petunia even put him on a long-overdue diet was because the school nurse informed her that the school uniform wouldn't fit him and that they weren't going to special order any so that he could continue eating only junk food. You've never heard such howling when they were forced to eat what Vernon called 'rabbit food'."

Martha grimaced in disgust. The general image that presented was not a pleasant one, never mind the possible ramifications that they neglected Willow in favor of over-indulging their actual son.

"So the extra three thousand..." said Jonathan.

"Is the stipend amount for a full month," said Willow. "I asked them to forward that amount since I have been here a month... according to the bankers it should appear regularly from now on and so long as the majority of it is spent on my schooling or upkeep, they won't care what the rest is used for."

Jonathan stared at the amount with a sober face.

Martha frowned.

"We don't need money to take you in."

"Willow told me her dad's family was nobility mom. The lawyers probably didn't think about the fact we live on a farm," said Clark.

Martha stared at Willow.

"Is this true?"

"Heiress to the Ancient and Noble family of Potter and Black," said Willow, holding up two ancient and clearly expensive rings. "While the nobility thing won't mean anything here in America, over in England it's a big deal. Especially the community I left."

Martha was in shock, but she got over it well enough. Like Willow said, the nobility issue wasn't as big a deal in America.

"So is the issue settled?" asked Martha.

"I have to take special classes at least three to four times a week, and I can still enroll at the local high school. But for the most part I've formally removed myself from my old boarding school, citing safety issues as the primary reason."

"Safety issues?" said Jonathan.

Willow scowled.

"I was illegally entered into a competition between two other schools, despite the fact that the teachers had mandated only those of age to graduate were allowed to participate, and the teachers didn't even try to find any decent loopholes to get me out of it. Bear in mind that this particular competition had been dropped because of the sheer amount of casualties involved over a century ago."

That alarmed all three Kents.

"Are you serious?" said Clark alarmed.

"No, that would be my godfather," said Willow without thinking, before she groaned. "And am I going to kick him for infecting me with those stupid name puns he loves to make about his name. But I'm not joking about the large casualty part. The last one they held at least two centuries ago ended when one of the chosen got to the cup they used as the main prize...or to be more specific, his nose did."

Martha was aghast.

"And they thought bringing it back was a good idea?" she said horrified.

"To be fair, they also thought it was a brilliant move to bring in a highly dangerous animal for the first part, force four teenagers to swim underwater in a lake with mountain run-off in the middle of February in Scotland in order to retrieve something, then have all four of us run a maze that had dangerous animals and traps...all for a monetary prize and so-called eternal glory," said Willow flatly. "All because the administration wanted to improve their public image by bringing back a competition that was dropped for good reason. Never mind the fact I was kidnapped at the end of it and had to see a school mate that I respected killed in front of me."

Martha was appalled, and rightly so. Willow flinched slightly when the older woman brought her into a protective hug, before relaxing.

It was just another sign that Willow didn't have the best of childhoods and made Martha furious with Petunia.

Clark looked at Willow for a moment.

"Is that what your nightmares are about?" he asked.

"Nightmares?" said Martha.

"She keeps waking up at odd hours. I think she mostly reads, because I see her light on the few times I get up late to use the restroom," said Clark. "I asked her why she woke up at an odd hour and she said she had a nightmare but never said what it was about."

Willow didn't know whether to be glad Clark spoke up or annoyed at the fact that his words convinced Martha she needed to be sent to therapy sooner rather than later.

Clark had been trying to remain "low-key" about his abilities since Willow showed up, but now that it was becoming clear she would likely become a permanent resident he started to relax his guard around her.

Which was why Willow accidentally busted Clark using speed too fast to be human, on top of his super strength.

Clark only realized his mistake when he saw Willow staring at him for several moments, not saying a single thing. He cringed, worrying how she would react to this.

He shouldn't have been worried.

Willow left the barn and came back with an oddly shaped broom.

"Your dad mentioned that the light at the very top of the barn went out, didn't he?"

"Yeah, he said he'd get a ladder later to fix it," said Clark. "From what we can tell the bulb blew."

Willow got a spare light bulb...then to the eternal shock of Clark flew up to where the light was on her broom and easily swapped them out. She gave Clark an expectant look, and he quietly tested it. The light came on like it should and she flew down.

"How are you..." he started, staring at the broom.

"I'm a witch. Coincidentally Frederick said that if you come any closer to the stall he's trying to sleep in, he will bite you. He's rather displeased a two-legger keeps waking him up."

"...Who's Frederick?" asked Clark.

You could imagine his shock and open alarm when Willow walked to one of the empty stalls, and started hissing. His heart nearly stopped seeing a snake he knew all too well was very venomous and had a lethal toxin that could kill someone Willow's size in less than five minutes slither out of the stray hay bale.

Before Clark could swoop in and grab the deadly serpent, the thing easily slithered up her arm and calmly stared him down from around her neck.

He had to sit down.

"You're not the only one with abilities. Though I will say that most snakes are perverts," she said calmly, as if she didn't have a deadly reptile around her neck.

She wanted to bang her head against something when Jonathan came in and had a monumental freak out over the snake. To be fair, they didn't know she had snake antivenom from something far worse than a diamond-back rattlesnake running through her system.

"What were you thinking, having that snake on you?" scolded Jonathan fiercely.

Martha wasn't happy either.

Willow did her best not to roll her eyes.

"Unless there's something wrong with them, most snakes won't attempt to bite a Speaker. Besides, I've been bitten by something far worse than that little thing."

"That 'little thing' is known to kill grown men," said Martha. Then the rest of what she said caught up to her. "What do you mean Speaker?"

"I can talk to snakes. It's how I knew it was there before Clark pissed it off enough that it bit him. He wasn't happy Clark was waking him up so often while doing his chores," said Willow.

"I had no idea that snake was even in the barn until Willow started hissing at it and the thing slithered up her arm," said Clark disturbed. He had come really close to being bitten after all.

Martha had a headache. It seemed Willow had developed a very blasé attitude towards her own health and well-being, and she had a sneaking suspicion that perception was reinforced by the adults around her. It didn't paint a happy picture about her life before she came to live with them.

As it was, they were unlikely to convince her to take precautions for herself without a massive uphill battle. She was still confused about the fact that the Kents cared about her health enough to scold her whenever she tried to do things herself that were beyond her actual ability. Like the time she tried to load most of the hay bales herself, and had strained her back. She hadn't complained once, but they recognized the signs and Martha had told her off for thirty minutes and made her rest, despite the fact that she insisted she was "fine".

At this point Martha would settle for Willow taking into consideration the fact that they would be upset if she got hurt, even if she herself didn't notice or acknowledge it. With any luck it would instill some sense of self-preservation in the girl.

"You can speak to snakes," said Jonathan.

"She also fixed the light bulb in the barn. The one that you need a ladder to reach," said Clark. He looked at Willow oddly. "Why a broom though?"

"Honestly I've given up asking why the English magical enclaves insist on using such cliché like brooms, pointed hats, cauldrons and wands," admitted Willow.

Dead silence.

"Magic is real?" asked Clark, almost hopeful.

"Real and a royal pain in the arse," confirmed Willow. "I would have said something sooner, but I had no idea if you would react well to the fact I'm a witch. My aunt certainly wasn't happy when I started displaying the same 'accidents' my mother had as a child and did everything in her power to 'smother' it out of me. She would become absolutely livid if even the word was used in her presence."

"Why say anything now?" asked Jonathan suspicious.

Willow hooked a thumb at a surprised Clark.

"If he feels comfortable enough to show inhuman speed and strength while doing basic chores where you can walk in on him, then the odds of you being comfortable enough to handle the fact magic is real go up exponentially," said Willow.

Martha had a headache, and so did her husband.

"Why do I have the feeling that shocking revelations are going to be normal with you around?" complained Jonathan.

"Side effect of my life. I swear someone is having a good, long laugh when it comes to throwing ridiculous situations my way," said Willow with a scowl.

A week later...

Jonathan, Martha and Clark were all convinced magic was real when Willow took them to the nearest alley where she usually accessed her account. On the plus side, it meant that she could finally register the Kents as her new legal guardians and have it filed in all the appropriate channels.

More importantly it meant that the farm could be warded by the MACUSA so that she could practice her magic so long as she was discreet. Smallville was really too far away from the areas where she could attend magical lessons, and she would only fall further behind if she was unable to practice her spell work.

So long as the statute of secrecy was kept and she restricted her spell casting to the Kent farm or emergencies only, she was allowed to use her wand to help around the farm. It couldn't be too obvious and she had to show she understood actual discretion, but it was still better than nothing.

(The main thing she cared about was that she would be allowed to fly at night so long as no one saw her. She would have to keep away from the main town, but being able to enjoy flying was something she was really happy about. It took comparing a broom to a bicycle before Martha calmed down on the matter though.)