Greta had known what he'd say because her wishing to be a witch was an impossibility. Maddy had told her how rare it was to get multiple muggleborn witches in one family but... she'd kinda hoped that Cam of all people would have believed in her. That he would've told her that it was possible.

That he didn't even believed that she could possibly be a witch hurt.

She looked down again. At the magical text she'd squirrelled out of their step-fathers office.

It wasn't fair. Why couldn't he have said that it was possible.

"It's just not fair." She moaned, knowing she sounded whiny. "Tons of people don't know about magic. Ton's of people don't have you, or Maddy or Mr B-father." She said, catching herself at the last minute before she called their stepfather Mr. Bell. Mr. Bell had asked her to accept him as her father since she'd never known her own and she was making a conscious decision to try and do so but it was a hard habit to break.

And she knew Cam was trying to comfort her but she was sticking to her guns. Tons of people weren't him, or Maddy, or their stepfather or even Oakshaft. If she stayed just like tons of people she'd stay in this small village just like their mother and her family and get married and have children and if her husband died she'd just be like tons of people trying to support her family on what meagre thing she could.  She felt alone and misunderstood.

Why couldn't Cam have been one of those tons of people and then their mother would never have met Mr. Bell or if she had he was one of those tons of people too and then she'd never have found out about magic or what she was missing out on.

Tons of people or at least those she knew didn't understand her.

She liked to have thought that those Cam went to school with would.