You've always been unusual,

It's the nature of being,

A Metamorphagus.


You used to be made fun of,

Because of your ever-changing hair.

Now it's cool.


Turquoise as Victoire calls it,

Is apparently the color of the year.

Sure…

(You know that it's blue. You're just appeasing her)


Either way,

Toire is your best friend,

And she can get away with calling it turquoise.


With your parents dead,

Toire is easily one of the most important people in your life.

She's slowly overtaking your godfather,

Harry,

For the top spot,

And that scares you.


What's a guy to do,

When he falls in love with his best friend?

Well, snog her of course.


You're interrupted,

By your idiotic somewhat-brother James,

(He's really your god-brother.)


That kills the mood a bit.

Then again,

You are on a platform at the train station after all.

What can a guy expect?


Three years later,

You're getting married.

You realize,

The reason you fell in love with Victoire,

Is because she was there before you were cool.


You love her,

The strawberry-blonde part-Veela,

Because she loved the boy with the blue hair.


You've always been unusual,

It's the nature of being a Metamorphagus.