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!
