She stepped on the train as one

And danced across the Great Hall as another

golden curls catching the sun

the flecks of amber igniting in the light

She had no name

Or answered to none

Professors called her girl

And people called her no one

the girl with the blue eyes

the girl with the brown eyes

She had ten sizes of uniforms

And four coloured ties

wide hips, elephant thighs

cupid bow lips and fuck me eyes

She excelled in potions once

But it is Charms this day

Rainbow wigs beneath her scalp

Personalities grown like shedding snake skin

disjointed, unaccounted

metamorphmagus girl

Just a thing I was thinking about; hope you enjoyed my slightly eccentric style!