❛❜I hang around Thestrals because, unlike humans,
they don't treat me like I'm damaged.❛❜
°∘❉∘°
- in which, Gryffindor's golden boy
refuses to let go of his summer love story
but Ravenclaw's lucky charm
refuses to let him back in
°∘❉∘°
[...
❝ Whatever we were doing this summer, it's over. ❞
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Since her first year at Hogwarts, Verity's favourite class had remained Transfiguration. It wasn't surprising to anyone seeing as she was a Metamorphmagus, someone who could change their physical appearance at will. She loved using her abilities to express how she felt and to scare people by pretending to be someone else, it always gave her a feeling of comfort.
But two years ago, Verity lost control over her abilities. Now, if she was to try changing the natural brown of her hair, it would become a neutral grey, the colour less representative of Verity's personality. If she wanted to change her complete appearance and become someone else, she couldn't do as she pleased. This caused the class the girl once loved to be a class she despised. The only good aspect Verity found about it was the teacher, Minerva McGonagall.
Although, in her first Transfiguration class of the year, even McGonagall's impressive tricks weren't able to cheer her up. Even with Belle sitting beside her and explaining how amazing their sixth year would be, Verity couldn't utter a smile. She wasn't feeling great at all only because her first school day had been horrible.
With her chin in her palm, Verity partly listened to the professor's words. There was a thought bothering her since she crossed his path the day prior and he spoke to her. It was worse than her encounter with James Potter on the Hogwarts Express which was saying something. She wished he would have just left her alone.
"Vee, are you listening?" Belle whispered, gently nudging Verity's shoulder. "McGonagall is saying important stuff right now."
Verity grabbed her blue and silver tie and twisted it a bit. She felt as if it was suffocating her. "I'm listening, don't worry."
Belle sighed but didn't comment on it. McGonagall took a glance at their table before looking at another table where two boys sat. One was not so subtly staring at the girl who could modify her appearance, causing wonder in the professor's head. She turned back to her desk, standing behind it while continuing the lecture she gave every sixth year.
"Welcome to sixth-year Transfiguration," the old woman voiced. "If you are here, it means you passed your OWLs and therefore I will be more severe than I was. Your NEWTs will come sooner than you expect them to. You need to be ready for them."
McGonagall went on, turning the subject to homework and what they would learn about. Verity wished she was more excited about their future work, yet she kept zoning out. The view the window gave of the Black Lake was far more appealing than anything else in the world at the moment. Far behind it, hidden between the Enchanted Forest's trees, creatures Verity had seen too much in her young life formed a small group. Rare was it to see these creatures hanging around each other as they were a lonely kind.
