"What do you mean, I'm adopted?"

"Honey, settle down, please!" Her "mother" looked exhausted. "It had started out as a switch at birth. When we found out… we just adopted you."

"So, you had a baby, lost it, got a new one, and decided to tell me this just now?"

Her "father" took in a deep breath. "Yes, because we received a letter today."

"Wonderful. My birth parents finally realized I was gone, after twenty years. I have a career, mother. I have friends. I'm all grown up now." She held her head haughtily. "Or should I call you something else now?"

She ignored the question. "They only just found out that their daughter was not really their own. The terms of our adoption of you were that if your birth parents ever contacted us and wanted you back, we had to give you back. No matter what."

"What am I supposed to do? Go to their home and say, 'hi, I'm your long-lost daughter, but I have to go to work now. Bye!'?"

"No. They have something else in mind… You see, you aren't just some random witch born of Muggle parents. You're pure-blooded."

"And what difference does it make?"

"They want to talk to you about something. They want to meet you. They want you to meet your brother."

"Fine. Give me the address." When they handed it to her, she went toward her car. As she stared down at the white slip of paper, she wondered how her two best friends would take the news.