A/N: Haley, Mahoutokoro, Mizu. Prompt: Nymphadora Tonks
Tonks took the utmost pride in being a metamorphmagus. Even as a child, she would happily brag to any who would listen about it, flickering through different looks at such speeds that no one could keep up at her. Most of her humour back then had centered around her abilities.
Then, in her fourth year of Hogwarts, she'd begun questioning who she was. She supposed that all teenagers were destined to wonder the same thing, but her own worries centered heavily around being a metamorphmagus.
What was she supposed to believe about herself when she could look any way she wanted in a split second?
Others certainly seemed to have been wondering it before she was. There were pointed questions about what her "real" appearance was, as if they didn't quite trust her. When the drama that only teenagers can create had started, there had been accusations of decievement because no one could be quite sure if Tonks was telling them the truth.
It had weighed heavier and heavier on her until Tonks had begun to wish that she'd never been born a metamorphmagus at all.
She'd stopped changing her appearance, though it hadn't convinced everyone that her appearance was her "real" one. She'd bought makeup with her friends though she could have achieved the same effect entirely on her own. Her friends trusted it more if it was applied with her hands instead of with her magic.
Her fifth year was when things had begun to turn around.
Professor Sprout saw every Hufflepuff in their year to counsel them on future careers. Tonks had come to her own meeting with few ideas. She was only fifteen. How was she supposed to know what she wanted to do with her life?
Sprout had been the first to mention being an Auror, pointing out that Tonks abilities as a metamorphmagus would be a huge asset to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
Tonks had never considered it before, but she'd left Sprout's office that day feeling like herself for the first time in a year.
