Double trouble
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Occ: amethyst, I was asked to edit this, so please ignore the last part.
Last edited by Isla Afton on 17 Aug 2026, 17:34, edited 1 time in total.
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Double trouble
Arresto Momentum. A spell Amethyst had no use for in her life. Rarely did she ever live a moment she would covet to relive. Aware of every moment that drifted by all Amethyst wanted was to pace her life. Somewhere far away from Charms' class, she leaned against the wall; eyes discerning every being that materialized in the corridor. The Slytherin pondered purposelessly over the spell taught to her in class. Duelling, mayhap, but not something she was quite fond of. She fixed her robes with her right hand, other busy twirling her hornbeam wand around her fingertips. That was when her eyes locked with a morphing figure. Riveting. |
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Her gaze followed the girl, now questionably a young lad -- confusing a group of first years. The boy she had decided to look like, had tears pooling in his eyes as his peers refused to believe that he was the real deal. Amethyst's stance shifted to the slightest, her posture upright in the hope of catching more of the drama. The Metamorphmagus went from group to group, repeating her shenanigans and the Slytherin made sure to relish it. A small smirk played on her face, intrigued, very much engrossed in the show unfolding itself in front of her. And then the movement happened, the said girl, now back to her original self, stood in front of Amethyst. Too close. But she did not let herself be bothered by the lack of private space. Her vicious grin deepened hearing the interesting girl's question. "I will let you speculate my reactions and come to a conclusion, darling," Amethyst retorted, holding back a giggle. footnotes.xxxslight godmod with permission |
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Isla looked at the Slytherin, eyebrow slightly raised as she crossed her arms in mild amusement. "Okay, nice," she nodded, amused. She knew she could fail, but she watched the girl's face intently, trying to memorize her nose, the shape of her eyes, or at least the way her hair fell and framed her face.
Isla smirked, changing her hair color to the Slytherin's. "Darling? That's what you called me, right? Well, it'd be such a shame if you snitched on me, don't you think?" she teased, testing how much she was willing to bend before she mimicked the face of another passing student. It wasn't an identical copy; she knew she wasn't that skilled yet, but being seen from far away could make it harder to find differences between the original and the copycat.
She shifted back to herself, brown wavy hair, 4'9" tall, and looked again at the girl "Say you wanted to stay, what's your name?" she asked. The sooner she knew the girl's name, the better; it'd be fun to talk while shifting, testing her concentration like that.
She waited for the answer, fixing her hair and taking out a mirror to make sure her eyes still were the same shade of brown she remembered and not her great-great-grandmother Bertha's color
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