"How would they know my name isn't really Billie? I didn't tell it to them." She questioned, not really understanding how Hogwarts could know such a thing. It wasn't as if her mother would have told anyone; she despised magic. Billie also wasn't sure her birth had even been registered the muggle way.

Her eyes widened, that two month period she though she likely had to made a decision had narrowed. Gideon had said end of July is when letters came out. Which was also incredibly vague. That could mean a wide variety of dates. Then, add a visit to a solicitor and all the legal proceedings that likely followed, and that window shrunk even further. She was fairly certain legal types generally took their dear, sweet time.

"Can't we just say my Mum was drunk or something, and then realized later she meant to call me William?" Which wasn't really a simple solution either. It would be Gideon and her word against whatever written records Hogwarts had. "What if they don't believe us?"

"I hate this. I just want to be me," she suddenly admitted, her gaze drifting from Gideon to her boots. About a million possibilities pertaining to the three scenarios swirled about chaotically in her mind. One thing was for certain, the identity she'd grown comfortable in would never feel the same again. If it remained the same at all. She either had to give up boyhood and live as her genetics dictated or dwell in constant fear that someone would contest her gender and make an even bigger mess of things.