One day in the doorway to charms (I was on my way out) someone, a Hufflepuff stopped me asking me to change my hair blue I replied "I don't know what blue is"
The Hufflepuff, Angelica, hissed in a venomous tone "what do you know?" I didn't reply. They say everyone watched as I turned to all the colors I could see, and the paintings stopped and stared. I was as blank as the void, black from the roots of my hair until the one hue was covering my skin. I was said to have no notable features, and a rumor had even started that I rubbed off on things like ink
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Blind
Short StoryI am a girl say my parents, a metamorphmagus. But I don't know. all I know is that I am what they call blind
