Nice To Meet You

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Pam was NOT supposed to be feeling this nervous. It's alright, you're just meeting someone who you've been pen-pals with for a while. It's not a big deal. It's fine. Except, it did not feel fine. She was more nervous than she had been when she had flown for the first time. And remembering how hard she had been clutching her broom back then, she had never expected to feel that nervous again.

She fixed herself in the mirror quickly, tying her hair and fixing her hoodie, before setting out. She had chosen her favourite one, attempting to find comfort in the warmth. She wasn't sure what exactly she was nervous about, except that she had no clue how to deal with someone she had never met, who apparently noticed her enough to like her? She barely noticed her own clothes...

She set out quickly, not wanting to be late to the appointment. That never made for a very good first impression. She didn't forget to pick up the bracelet she had bought for the girl, figuring that a "nice to meet you" gift would be good. However, stepping into the castle grounds, Pam realised with a start that she had no idea what the girl looked like. Ugh how silly of me. How could I not ask her what she looks like. Well maybe I'll find someone near the Lake who knows her? Yep, let's hope for that.

Because she was one very lucky person, the Great Lake was crowded, and so it became all the more difficult to locate the girl she had meant to meet up with. She took a few moments to take a look around, locking on some potential suspects for this.... get-together? What was she meant to call it?

She approached a girl who had set up a picnic near the Lake and asked her, "Hi, um, do you know someone called Victoria?"

Tori is lost in thought as she gets ready. She hadn't shown herself to Pam before and had introduced herself as "Lena", her middle name, and now the Great Lake was starting to get crowded. If only she had given her the time or what they were going to do, she could have at least told her what to wear.

As she thought about this, her face turned even redder when she heard a familiar but at the same time completely unfamiliar voice, and she thought her darker red hair was a little darker. When she came to, she put Vick on her shoulder and turned to Pam.

"Hi Pam, I'm glad you could make it. I was actually scared, you know, I didn't tell you what I looked like or my first name, so I thought you might be hard to find, but here you are."

When she found himself talking, she immediately stopped. This wasn't a good start, after all. They hadn't met properly, so maybe it would be better to start this way. She held out his hand.

"I guess it's best to start over. I mean, with a proper introduction. My name is Victoria Lena Jones, so I used my middle name when I wrote to you. Sorry about that. This little friend of mine is Vick."

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Luckily for her, the red haired girl she had approached turned out to be the girl she had been looking for. Huh, what a coincidence. As the girl introduced herself, Pam could not avoid the heart attack she nearly got upon spotting a little grey mouse on the girl's shoulder. Oh my god, no. Pam was not a big fan of the animals on the smaller spectrum, particularly smaller than hamsters. She had also heard people here kept spiders and snakes, and Pam was determined to avoid all those animals.

Unfortunately for her, this girl had brought the very pests she was trying to avoid with her. Alright don't be rude, they wouldn't be that bad... hopefully.

Pam still kept an apprehensive eye on the mouse, while she held out her hand to... Victoria? for a handshake. With a smile she said, "Well, it's nice to meet you. I guess you already know me, but official introductions are always important. I'm Pamela Graham, Pam for short."

Leading the girl to sit down on the ground, Pam held out the bracelet to her, "Got you a little something for our first meeting because...." She trailed off, "... actually there's no specific reason." Thoughtfully, she asked, "Are you... a first year? I don't think you're in Hufflepuff, since I would've remembered seeing you in the common room."

Tori realized Pam was afraid of mice when she saw Pam staring at her pet rat Vick with fearful eyes on her shoulder.

"Don't be afraid Vick, he don't bite and he are very smart. They are very interesting when it comes to finding directions and smelling a mouse. Actually, that's a bit illogical, you have an owl and owls feed on dead mice, so you have to have seen a mouse."

She had talked too much. She rarely hated it, and for Tori, this was the time she hated it.

"Oh my god that so sweet. Thank you very much Pam."

She immediately put on the bracelet. She could feel her hair turning a dusty pink color. This was normal for her. She hugged Pam. At this point, her mouse Vick had gotten off her shoulder and landed on the ground. Vick must have realized that Pam was uncomfortable. Her hair turned the same dark red. This was something she was ashamed of (very rarely).

"I'm a second year and a Ravenclaw. I don't think I ever mentioned it in my letters. Sorry."

She realized he hadn't explained it before. When she thought about it, Pam didn't really know much about her.

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Pam nodded her head rather mechanically, too busy eyeing the mouse to really be listening to what Tori had been saying. However, her attention shifted to the girl when she caught the word 'owl'. "Well, I have held mice." She admitted, "But there's a lot of difference between a dead one and one that's alive."

Much to her luck, the little things kept it's distance when Tori accepted the bracelet from her, and Pam watched curiously as the girl's hair turned a light pink. "Oh, are you a metamorphmagus?" She asked interestedly, "I met one a few months ago. Her name was Tracey Bailey."

Victoria approached Pam for a hug, and she watched as her hair shifted to a dark red. Is she embarrassed? "What's your favourite color for your hair?" She asked curiously. Pam was always fascinated by the concept of the metamorphmagi. She had read up about them in the library since meeting Tracey, and in all honesty, she was so jealous of the people with that ability.

The girl was a second-year Ravenclaw. Well, it makes sense. That would explain why I've never seen her before. "I'm a first year Hufflepuff." She offered, although she had a feeling the girl probably already knew that. Her confusion was gradually growing though. If they had never met before, where had the girl seen her? Pam definitely could not remember her at all. "Well, where do you know me from?" She asked.

"I think holding a dead mouse is worse. Holding a dead animal in your hand would be a very sad thing."

Tori winced at the thought. Just the thought of a dead mouse in her hand was enough to make her feel sick. People might think the thought was weird.

"Yes, I am a Metamorphogus. It's a trait I inherited from my mother... It's a long story actually." She thought it would be better not to tell this story. Maybe that would be better. She didn't want Pam to think it was weird.

"Yeah, I know Tracey. We were roommates a year ago. She was a good girl and a good roommate."

When Tori broke up with Pam, she tried to change her hair back to its normal red color, but was unable to control the change due to her sudden mood swings.

"Well, I think pink suits you. Or blonde or brown. I don't know... When you have red hair, your choice of clothes becomes a bit narrower, but I think anything would suit you."

She said this last sentence without thinking and looked away. "It was easier to write," she said to herself.

"I don't remember how long I've been following you. I saw you around here one day, I actually wanted to start a conversation but I couldn't go. Then I started following you. I didn't have any bad intentions. I never did."

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"Holding a dead animal would indeed be not nice at all." Pam agreed, shivering slightly at the thought of Lumi possibly dying. It's fine. She's young, and I'll take good care of her.

"You can tell me the story." Pam offered. she didn't want to push it, but she did always like stories. "So metamorphmagus is an inherited ability?" she asked curiously, "So like... I can't have it even if I study for some years...?"

"Pink is good." She agreed, "How do you feel about blues or purples? I feel like teal would look really good on you." Pam was personally a big fan of the different shades of purple, like lilac or lavender. If she ever ended up coloring her hair, she hoped to do it in a shade of light blue or dark purple. Maybe. Maybe not. That was a thought for later on.

"You could always wear black clothes." She suggested, "Black and Red always look good. For that matter, black goes with anything and everything. Or alternatively something yellow or white."

Pam nodded thoughtfully, although no matter how much she thought she couldn't recall ever seeing the girl, "I see. I remember being pretty confused when I had received your first letter." She admitted. "I didn't reply to the first one because I had thought you had sent it to the wrong person." She couldn't help but laugh softly at that.

"Yes, it's genetic, so you can't have it even if you wanted to. My mother was a metamorphagus and when her father and siblings heard about it, they didn't take it well. They were old-fashioned... I mean, after the pure-blood thing, they didn't contact my mother for a while, so it's not a big deal.

She tried to cut the subject short, but she still talked too much. An idea came to her mind and she took a mirror out of her bag and closed her eyes. She focused on her hair being turquoise, and then when she opened her eyes, she laughed involuntarily at what she saw.

"I look so weird. I loved it. But it didn't match my eyes. But I loved this color"

Without having to change her hair back to its normal red color, she realized that her hair was a dark red again, out of embarrassment for what Pam had said. "I hate it when this happens." She felt even more embarrassed when she realized she had said it out loud. Her face flushed this made the freckles look more prominent and her hair turned a little darker.

"Oh, I forgot to put something in."[

She took out the Teisen lap cover from her bag. She thought that this would distract her from the subject of the first letter. The first letter incident was a bit embarrassing for Tori

"You should try this. It's Teisen Lap, which means fruit cake, but it tastes really good. So I'd love it if you tried it"

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"Well that's too bad." She joked, grinning, "I'd have loved to have the ability to change hair color on demand! What is it like? Being a metamorphmagus?"

Pam swallowed at her words, suddenly missing her own mother. She didn't remember her too well, and her father was always careful about it, but she did feel her absence sometimes. Having a mother but being unable to meet her as she wanted, Pam hated the thought of it. She decided not to broach the topic further.

Pam smiled as she watched Tori change her hair color to a pretty turquoise and then check it out in the mirror. "It's pretty." She agreed. "But yeah, the red does suit you better." She returned her hair to it's previous color (or was it accidental?) "Does your hair change color based on your emotions?" Pam asked curiously, "Can you control it?"

Her eyes lit up as Victoria offered her a slice of fruit cake. Pam really liked sweets and the cake looked really good. She broke off a small bit and put it into her mouth, humming her approval as the taste melted into her mouth. "This is really good!" She said with a smile, "Did you make it yourself?"