2 Of Insignificant Matters
I watched Harry ascend the stairs. He seemed quite pissed off. Understandable considering everything I guess.
I risk looking back at Sirius. He's turned back around and is now sauntering off back into the dining room…oh gosh the meeting!
We're in deep discussion. Its hungry work: listening. So is talking. Mundungus Fletcher is just opposite me. I don't like him. He's discourteous and he never talks to me so much as my breast. Pervert. He could at least try to be discrete about it. Ugh.
I willed my person to change. I changed to a most repulsive woman to look at. A huge bloated stomach popped out from nowhere, causing my waistband to expand. My breasts shrank and my face aged. Warts appeared at the edge of my crooked nose and my hair became a wispy strand.
Fletcher jumped and instantly looked away. Sirius looked constipated as he tried his best to suppress a guffaw. Ooh, guffaw is such an amazing word.
I grinned at him then silently changed to my previous state, however, I made some slight improvements. I shook myself. What was I doing?
I looked away after watching Tonks transform. Skin is such a strange thing. It is elasticated, can endure pains, prevents things coming in, but at the same time barricades an exit, which I strive for continually.
'That must be a very peculiar sensation,' I said to Tonks whilst we packed away the forest of parchment.
'What must be?' Tonks asked.
'When you change your image,' I said.
Tonks bit her bottom lip as if thinking about it, then nodded heartily. 'It really is,' she verified. She handed the sheaf of parchments to Arthur who banished them with a whisk of his wand. She looked at me. 'It must be so dissatisfying always having the same image. No freedom.'
That struck me then. I'd never really thought about that before. But now, thinking about it, Tonks had a point. Skin offers no freedom. 'Yeah,' I agreed. 'It is actually.'
Tonks nodded her head. There was an awkward silence, as neither of us knew what to say or do.