Challenge Block
Stacked With: Hogwarts; Houses; Snicket Fence; BAON; FPC; T3
Individual Challenges: In a Flash; Yellow Ribbon (Y); Yellow Ribbon Redux; Hufflepuff MC; Neurodivergent; Quiet Time
Representations: Nymphadora Tonks; Ted Tonks; Confused Tonks; Autistic Tonks
Bonus Challenges: Second Verse (Odd Feathers; Wabi Sabi); Chorus (Not a Lamp)
Tertiary Bonus Challenges: Terse
Prompts: Metamorphmagus (auction); Tonks family (Insane Prompts); Nymphadora Tonks (Houses)
House: Hufflepuff
Year: 2 (Stand-in)
Category: Drabble
Word count: 423

"Who are you?"

It was such a simple question, asked by a snobby pureblood who looked down his nose at her as she trailed behind her mother in the bustling Diagon Alley, and yet it had sent teenaged Nymphadora Tonks into a spiral of confusion and more questions. Who was she? She was the daughter of Andromeda and Ted Tonks, a witch, a Hufflepuff, a Metamorphmagus who favoured brightly coloured hair over the more boring mousy brown it reverted to when she was upset.

Those were all facts about her, but they weren't her. They weren't what made Nymphadora Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks and no one else. With a frown on her face, Nymphadora hopped off her bed, closed the door, and then stood in front of her floor length mirror. She looked at herself for a few moments before pulling off the top and trousers she was wearing and examining her body again.

As she prodded her skin in various places, she also changed it. She made her skin darker and lighter, her eyes went from oval to round and all the shapes in between, her breasts grew larger and flattened out until they were non-existent, her hair lengthened and shortened while flashing through different colours.

Nymphadora Tonks was no simple person. She could be anyone she wanted to be. The only problem was that she wanted to be herself and no longer knew who that was. What body shape had she been originally given? What height, skin tone, facial features were the ones that she had been born with?

There was no way to be sure. Even if she copied her parents and became the perfect blend of the both of them, she could be wrong. What if she had actually been born with her mother's nose instead of her father's? Had she unintentionally removed freckles from her skin at one point or any other aesthetics gained through living? She couldn't know, no matter how much she wished she could. The information was lost. Even images were no help for how could she believe what she saw there was the unvarnished truth?

With a sigh, Nymphadora pulled on her pyjamas and went out to the kitchen where she would be able to find hot chocolate and her father. They would curl up on the couch together with the drink and Ted would tell stories about work and his early years while Nymphadora curled up into his side, enjoying the time spent with her dad while pushing her spiralling thoughts to the side.