I own nothing... I wish I did though
Chapter One: What shall it be today?
Ginger? No not ginger. Bright blue? No she had had blue the day things changed. Bright red? No it was all her old looks. It sadden her to think that she would not be able show off her uniqueness at school , but she new that it was for the better. Suddenly not bothered about what she looked like she flicked her hair a deep red-brown, she didn't want unnecessary attention. . She quickly looked over her appearance. To day she had short and spiky hair with a fringe that covered her eyes. Her natural eyes creped people out, and no wonder why. She had no white to her eyes. They where completely coal black. Feeling the tingling sensation in her eyes she concentrated on what witches eyes were meant to look like. Slowly the black was replaced with white. In her opinion this was even weirder, it made her look like she was blind. Deciding on the same brown as her hair, she added the irises' and pupils'.
This time last year she had lengthened her legs and inch, taken a further inch off of her waist and given herself freckles over the bridge of the nose. Adding a tanned completion, blue eyes and what even colour hair she felt like. When she had done this she looked exotic, but in the way that all muggle and magical teenagers of the opposite sex liked. If she wanted to she could have been a world famous model. Being able to change her appearance at will would have helped with this career choice.
Instead she kept her body way it was when she didn't change it. She still had long legs, but they were not as jaw dropping. Her skin was ivory in colour, which contrasted with her coal eyes and ebony hair. She was 5 foot 9 ½ inches, which was tall for a witch off her age. Technically she was under weight but seeming's as the test that proved this was meant for normal witches who couldn't change themselves to be fatter or thinner, she thought it invalid. She was beautiful. But that didn't matter because as soon as people found out her name they ran to the hills screaming. Her name was Sibonile Ziyambi which didn't help when she tried to be normal, as her name was every thing but. But only a few people new her name, the name her parents had given her before for the left, never to return. Her peers never called her by her name; now they didn't looked her in the eye, didn't speak unless spoken to and in this situation would leave as quickly as possible always with the same look of fear in their eyes.
Finally she was as happy as she ever could be with her new hair and eyes. Sadly looking into her mirror she sighed at how plain and ugly she looked, and how different it felt to have her natural skin tone. Every thing about her this year was different. Every since she had discovered that she was different, more different than anyone could ever imagine, she had gone out of her way to try and make her self blend in with the crowed.
Turning away from her floor length mirror, the only thing she owned that was of any value in the small makeshift shack that she now lived in, she gracefully turned to her full trunk. She rechecked her trunk three times, and found that she had forgotten her crystal. Her crystal had been given to her six years ago when she had started at Hogwarts. It was meant to have magical powers and amplify them. Of course it didn't really do anything, it was a fake, but she liked the look of it around her neck when her hair didn't cover her neck. Her parents had brought it off of a muggle market stall in Greece when they had been there on holiday. Chucking it in carelessly, she shut the lid of her trunk. Not wanting to think about her deceased foster parents. She was alone now in this world, with now one to look after, her foster parents which had looked after her since she was five, her birth parents which she had never known, so that left her and only her to take care of her self.