Cyra recalled how she had basically used some of the people she called friends. How Chiara had been right not to trust her and how she had been rather unpleasant to Tonks most of the time.

Now that her mind was off the vaults and she realized how horrible she had been, she had to change. She would not become some sort of backstabbing traitorous rat.

Though how could she actually get closer to Chiara—who she had befriended out of convenience—or Tonks—who seemed to have mostly forgiven her after they had actually talked about everything?

Tonks had proven somewhat easy, being able to take a joke and (as the frogspawn in her bath the previous morning attested to) could easily give one back.

Chiara was going to be harder, as would Skye and she couldn't tell either of them the truth because she didn't know which would be scarier, a pissed-off werewolf or getting a bunch of hexed bludgers coming for her next practice.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

Tonk's voice broke her from her thoughts, causing her to sigh.

"Remember what I told you about the first two years?" Cyra replied, earning a look.

"Yes and isthisone of those things?"

Tonk's narrowed her eyes though Cyra just sighed.

"It's not, I swear. I came with you today because I wanted to. It's just, I think I could use your advice. Outside of Penny and Rowan, I don't think I've been honest about most of it. I enjoy Chiara's company and Ben is a good friend but…"

"But you sort of have been lacking on the social train with them?"

Cyra was surprised when Tonks cut her off, her words summarizing exactly what Cyra was trying to say.

"Yeah, then there is Skye Parkin, who has helped me a lot and...In spite of our rivalry on the pitch. I'm not good at this socializing thing, Tonks."

Cyra was surprised when Tonks put an arm around her.

"At least you're trying. I'm not used to this teaching thingbutI think you can learn fromus.What we are doing now. We had a rocky start but we're okay."

"Yeah after a bath full of tadpoles, hiccup sweetsbeforepotions class, and a bed full of stink pellets that Istillam not sure how you got them in there." Cyra retorted, earning a chuckle.

"Metamorphmagus remember?"

With that, the pink-haired girl smirked and suddenly Cyra was staring at a copy of herself.

"Then how did you get the password?"

The shapeshifter only grinned wider.

"Peeves."

Cyra sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Of course." She muttered before adding "alright, that's just weird. Change back before I end up with an identity crisis."

Tonks laughed as she returned to normal.

"Come on, let's meet up with Rowan so they know we didn't murder each other."

Cyra just rolled her eyes at the pink-haired girl's antics.

"I doubt Rowan would go that far with it Puffle."

"Ifthatwas supposed to be an insult it sounded more like some sort of Puffskien subspecies."

"Hey, better than being called a truffle. Although I think Merulawashalf asleep when she said that."

"So you talked to Tonks about your situation? What did she say?"

Rowan said as they stopped in at honeydukes.

"Basically? That I worry too much and too justtry."Cyra retorted as she made a mental list of things to get to try over the weekend with some of her in house friends.

"Also I amhighlytempted to set an ever bashing boomerang at her. Shewasthe one who put those pellets in my bed and also evidently shapeshifted into me as she so demonstrated."

Rowan let out a sound that sounded somewhat of a choked giggle from trying to keep themselves quiet.

Cyra just grinned.

"I like Tonks but even you have to admit seeing yourself walking around in front of you is weird."

Rowan was about to say something when a sudden flash of green light shot through the window, catching both of their attention.

"What the bloody hell was that?"

Cyra muttered as she walked toward the door, hand on her wand just in case.

"Not so tough are you now?"

Cyra felt her stomach lurch as she watched a seventh year Slytherin upchucking slugs onto the pathway.

"Bloody hell," Cyra muttered to herself as she found herself locking eyes with the Gryffindor.

"What are you looking at? Do you want…."

Cyra didn't give her a chance before wordlessly casting a spell, causing the girl's wand to fly about five feet into the air and land right into a mud puddle.

"The hell this over?"

She asked, earning a sigh from what she assumed was the boy's girlfriend.

"He bumped into that bitch on accident."

"Leave before Ipermanentlyput your head in a bubble." She said, pointing her wand at the other girl, wordlessly casting Lumos and watching her eyes widen and she rushed out of there, nearly falling as she picked up the discarded wand.

"She does know there isn't a spell like that. Right?" The boy muttered, earning a chuckle.

"Obviously not. Whowasthat cow anyway?" Cyra retorted, rummaging in her bag and pulling out a piece of Treacle and adding:

"Don't ask how it works or why but I've seen Chiara treat Slugulus multiple times."

"Emily Tyler. Queen bitch of the Gryffindors. Thanks for that, though I'm sure that you're going to end up getting called a death eater by the time she's through."

Cyra rolled her eyes at that.

"Of course she will….She's lucky I didn't turn her head into a pumpkin."