The Scars to Prove It

Farren slammed the sliding door, startling the lone occupant of the car.

"Something wrong?" he asked, pushing his stuff to the floor to make room for her to sit as the door rattled in its track.

She sat gratefully, her legs still shaking with rage.

"Well, if you must know, I just ran into the daughter of the Death Eater that nearly murdered my father," she stated bluntly after taking a deep breath.

The boy next to her cringed sympathetically. “Blimey, I’m sorry. I hope she didn’t muck you up too badly with all that Slytherin.”

Farren almost began to laugh, but thinking about her previous encounter brought the still smoldering rage back to life.

That girl thought she was so much better than everyone else just because her blood was pure. Her blood may have been, pure but she stank of Slytherin.

Farren managed a smile, and then stuck out her hand, "My name is Farren Zabell."

"Lee Jordan at your service," he replied.

"So Lee, what house do you want to be in?"

"I want Gryffindor like my dad. You?"

"Same," she stated, grinning. "That’s where my dad was, but he thinks I make too much trouble for Gryffindor. I like a joke."

Lee’s smile got so wide it nearly split his face. “You know, I think we'll get along great."
"You think so? Well then I’ve got something to show you,” she winked, and then Farren scrunched up her face. Her features began to shift, her skin darkened and her hair grew longer and darkened. A few moments later, she was a mirror image of the boy sitting next to her.

“That’s wicked,” Lee breathed. “How’d you do that?” He asked as she melted back into herself.

Farren shook herself out before she answered, double-checking her appearance. On a whim, she drew her waist length hair into her skull, resisting the urge to giggle at the tickling sensation, until it reached her shoulders in chopped layers that surrounded her heart shaped face. “I am a metamorphmagus. I can change my appearance whenever I want. It’s great for a laugh,” She replied a little smugly, proud of her talent no matter how much trouble it brought her.

“So you can look like anyone? Anyone you want?”

“Yep, I just need a description. It’s even better if I know the person, though. Then I can imitate their actions. Things like their voice and stride. When I went to muggle primary school, I once imitated the principal and got the entire class free ice cream.”

“Why’d you go to muggle school?”

“My mum’s a muggle. My dad put off telling her about magic until I actually got my letter, so I went to muggle school for a while.”

Lee was saved responding by the appearance of another girl.

“Hey, Lee! I was wondering where you were hiding. Alicia. . .” she trailed off. “Oh, and who is this?” She asked.

Farren waved from her seat, “I’m Farren Zabell, and you are?”

The girl waved back. “Angelina Johnson. Lee and I are neighbors. How did you two meet?”
Farren gave a little chuckle. “I took cover in here after a nasty run in with some Slytherin scum.”

“Really?” Angelina asks, clearing a seat across from Lee and Farren. “How’d you manage to get on the bad side of a Slytherin a few minutes into the year?”

“Yeah, Farren, how did you manage that?”

“Well, she literally bumped into me a few seconds into the train ride. A normal person would apologize, but this prat decided she was too good for that. She. . . well. . . Let me show you.” Farren trailed off with a grin.

Her chosen features for that day softened, her already slim shoulders thinned and her hips melted out of existence. A few moments later, she was a replica of the Rosier girl, but with a cruel twist.
“Bloody hell, Farren, did she really look like that?” Lee asked.

Farren gave a noncommittal shrug while Angelina was gasping for breath between bursts of laughter.

She had given the Rosier girl the nose she deserved, one long enough to look down. In fact, it was almost touching her chin.

“Well, whoever she is, she’s got the look of a Slytherin,” Lee voiced. “I can’t think of a reason for a nose like that, other than to sniff out a lack of blood purity in others. ‘Course, she probably can’t smell anything over her own stink.” He grinned.

Farren snickered, and then dissolved into fits of giggles, losing concentration and shifting back into herself.

Soon, everyone in the car was howling with laughter.

A few minutes later, the group was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Picking herself off of the floor, Farren slid it open.

"Anything off the trolley dears?" the elderly woman inquired, completely unimpressed by the sight before her.

Upon hearing that, Angelina shot up from the floor. "Bugger! I was supposed to meet up with Alicia. See you all later" she called as she rushed around the trolley without buying anything.

Lee had made his way back upright and was digging in his pocket for change. He came back up with a sickle and purchased a Cauldron Cake and some Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans.

Farren pulled out a handful of Knuts and bought two chocolate frogs.

Lee swallowed a bit of cake and then spoke. "I was planning to meet up with some friends. Do you-"

Farren interrupted him. "Excellent. I'll come with," she said, grinning.

Lee smiled, and then led the way down the hall.