Jenna at Hogwarts || Jenna Series{Edited}

♣Chapter 8♣

5-9-1989

"Well... Have you looked in the mirror?" Fred asked me. I searched for a mirror. When I found a girl with a mirror I went up to her. "Hi, can I borrow your mirror?" I asked. "Yeah, sure." She said looking awkwardly at me. I looked into the mirror and I was shocked. I mean, it wasn't a huge change, but my eyes were a bordeaux red colour. "Wh- what?" I stuttered. I gave the mirror back and ran out of the common room, I ran through halls and corridors over stairs and to Dumbledore's office.

"Bertie botts." I said. I ran up the stairs and opened the door. "Ah, of course, Miss. Weasley. Can I ask you what happened?" He asked me. I just looked at him with big eyes. "I have no clue. What happened?" I asked hopefully. "Knowing is a big word, after all I can only assume, but I do have a slight clue." He told me. "What happened may I ask?"

"Well, I was angry at Fred and George because we had agreed we'd meet, but they didn't show up. I did use some dungbombs, could that be it, the dungbombs?" I said. "I do not think the problem lies with the dungbombs, however I do think the answer is in what you just told me." Dumbledore said calmly.

"What happened Professor?" I asked. "You are a Metamorphmagus." Dumbledore said. "A what?" I asked. "A Metamorphmagus is someone who can take any form wished." Dumbledore explained. "Why I guess for this, is because your great grandmother was one." He said. "And as you discribed it, your eye colour changed along with your mood, that's typical for Metamorphmagi." "Okay, can I go now?" I asked. "You can." He replied. "Good day!" He said cheerfully.

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"So... what did he say?" George asked. "I'm a Metamorphmagus. Someone who can change appearance at will." I said, still not completely processing it. "Wicked!" They said. "Let's get to Lunch. I'm starving." George suggested. "Sure. You coming Jen?" Fred said. "Yeah." I muttered. We walked to Lunch but once we got there, the food just started to disappear. "Ah man!" George scolded. "Here, we saved you some." Loïs said. Walking towards us and giving us all an apple and a basic cheese sandwich. "Thanks Lo." I said, trying to sound cheerfully, my eyes a magenta colour. "You sound confused, what's up?" Lo asked. "I'll explain later, with everyone." I replied. "Let's go to class."

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5-9-1989

"I'll explain later, with everyone." I said. "Let's go to class."

After class we went walking around. I walked next to Martin and we started a conversation. After a while I asked him, "Hey, you're from the Netherlands, right?" "Yeah, I was born there, but we moved here when I got my letter, at least for now." He explained. "Well, you speak great English." I complimented him. "Thanks." He replied. "So... Is Martin Garrix your real name?" I then asked him. "No, my real name is Martijn Garritsen, but that's quite hard to pronounce, so I decided to just tell people my name is Martin Garrix. Try it, Martijn Garritsen." He told me.

"Martiajen Garritson?" I tried. "Quite good, Martijn," He said waiting for me to copy him, "Garritsen." "Martijn? Garritsen?" I tried again. "Yeah, that's it!" He applauded me. "Could I call you Tijn then? Martin doesn't really have any catchy nicknames.." I asked him. Martin, no wait, Tijn, nodded. "And could you teach me Dutch?" I asked him. "Yeah sure, Dutch is hard though, I'm not very good at it myself." He laughed.

We walked and then we stumbled upon an empty classroom and that's where we went. Ari, E, Mo, Belle, Lyn, Gray, Lo, Martin, Gred and Forge were all there.

"Okay... guys, it's not really that bad or something, but Dumbledore told me I am a Metamorphmagus. Someone who can change appearance at will." I explained. I heard mixed responses. Some were, "Wicked!" "But that's awesome." "I still like you." But one was different. Martin said, "That means you have another clue to find you parents right?"