It's funny. Spent so much time with the girls today at Grimmauld Place, playing the nose game and whatever…just got to thinking. It's, like, I know that I don't have a weird nose, but, you know, what was my real nose? Not, like, what it was before I started messing around with it today, but, like, ever. And, like, my parents said my hair started changing color the day I was born—I have no memory of this, prob'ly didn't even make a conscious effort to change my hair…what did it start out like? Been looking in the mirror, right, and I just…don't know. Like, what would I look like if I wasn't a triple-m? A small button nose? Bigger boobs, maybe? I know what I'd want to look like—that changes from day to day, and so do I. Handy, innit? But. But. I just don't know. After a while of changing from, you know, identity to identity, an old woman today, Remus's friend tomorrow, a teenage girl the next day…after a while, do you—do I—even have an identity?