"That was the creepiest place I've ever been to." Luca was saying on the way to our hotel. "Why'd you make us go in there?"

I was pouting, trailing a little bit behind. The shop owner refused to sell us anything or even to tell us about their dark artifacts.

"I don't get it." I huffed. "We're practically adults already! Does he know who I am?!"

The shop keeper hadn't understood when I said I was a Slytherin. Contrary to it being my ancestors name, and my name in a past life, the man thought I was just talking about my house in Hogwarts. When I claimed to be Salazar himself, we were all turned away.

"I don't know why you thought anyone would believe you." Luca grunted.

"These people know the prophecy! It is me after all, why shouldn't they believe it's me?"

"I don't know. Maybe, just maybe, you seem like a guy that would say anything to attract attention."

I stopped.

The others followed suit.

"I don't do that."

"Right. That's why you bought the broomstick I wanted, treat me like I'm some charity case because I'm not wasteful and frivolous like you, and brought us to some shady part of town to look at creepy things no one will let us touch! Face it, everything has to be about you. Oh, and I guess that's why your flunking all your classes too, when you could breeze past them if you just applied yourself a little, because being Salazar Slytherin isn't enough for you is it? You always have to be the center of attention."

"I don't need this."

Our shoulders collided. I walked past Luca and ahead. We internally fumed the rest of the way to our flat.

When we got there I bid my little sister adieu in the room next door, returned to my own room, changed back into my true form, stripped, and got into a steamy, hot bath.

Not long after Luca was knocking on the door.

"Come in." I said dreamily, wiping wet, shaggy, dark brown hair out of my amber eyes.

I hated my natural hair color. I always said it was the exact color of dirt, not at all like Luca's soft chocolate brown hair. But my eyes were big, and already a rare color. It might have been the only thing I truly liked about myself.

"I came to make sure you didn't drown." Luca said. "I think you've been in long enough. We have to meet with the ministry early tomorrow, we should get to bed."

I slumped down into the water. My knees popped out of the far end of the bath. Dipping my face in, I blew some bubbles.

I had this thing that when I got too hot I would fall asleep. No one knew why, wasn't the cold supposed to make you sleepy, not warmth?

Luca grabbed a towel. "You'll catch a cold. Hasn't the water turned to ice by now?"

"I haven't been in for very long. Stop worrying so much about everything."

I stood up and shook my head like a dog, undeterred by my friend being there. I snatched the towel out of my friend's hand and scrubbed water from my hair and skin as I walked towards the mirror. I blanched at seeing my true self.

"Why am I so ugly?"

I set to work turning myself back into a plastic doll. My hair grew, changed color, and curled. The makeup of my face shifted, my body changed.

"You look fine." Luca said, "Well, a little weird now. Why do you insist on looking like a live doll?"

I stared at my new naked body, still undeterred by Luca being there. We had travelled abroad before, to Japan for about three months when I was 14, and we hit a lot of bath houses. We were pretty used to the human form. It was almost boring for us.

At least, I thought so for a moment.

"Your waist is way too thin."

"Oh, it's fine." I attempted to wave our cares away.

I was a petite person. I was only about 5'2 and very thin, but with my self-changing abilities, I made myself much thinner. I looked like a porcelain girl, with my long, wavy, orange hair and long dark eyelashes. I never showed contempt about being a small person however. I liked being petite and fragile looking, I gained more attention that way it seemed, from both men and women alike.

"I'm getting a headache." I pressed a hand over my fluffy hair.

"You always do when you change yourself this much." Luca warned. "You should really put on some clothes."

To that I let out a large sigh, and marched, butt naked, into our room. I grabbed the sheets from the bed I deemed mine and wrapped them around myself snuggly before collapsing onto the bed and falling immediately asleep. I even slept in my fake looks, but sometimes, as I relaxed, they would slip a little bit, and I would have to fix them in the morning.

I imagine Luca shook his head at his me wearily. He picked up my clothes and folded them before opening my over-packed trunk and shoving them inside, where I found them in the morning. I had a lot of strange things in there. He turned a blind eye and sat on the trunk until he heard a click.

I set to work fixing my face in the morning. Luca didn't even bother to comb his hair, it naturally sat in a tidy way, even after a good night sleep.

"So, do you think they'll tell us the whole prophecy?" I asked, excited.

"If they don't, I'm sure we could find another witch or wizard who could." Luca replied.

"Then how come we hadn't heard of the prophecy until they told us? I think MACUSA and the ministry kept it a secret until recently, when they probably published an official report with not many details, probably when we arrived in London. No one in America seemed to know about the prophecy so it makes sense if it was kept under wraps for a while, until they told us, so that we wouldn't become suspicious. It would be obvious that it was a member of our families since the prophecy said it would be. Remember that guy at Cobs and Webs? He thought I was pulling his leg. He knew about the prophecy but thought I was lying, because people don't know we're the ones yet."

"But why did the ministry keep it a secret at all Sullivan?"

I shrugged. "Maybe to keep us safe. Maybe for other reasons unknown to us yet."

On our way to the ministry we ran into a couple of people who could only be wizards judging by the absurd, flamboyant way they were dressed.

"Excuse me." Godric said quietly, but confidently. "I think we're a little lost. We're heading to the Ministry entrance but we're from Massachusetts, and we can't seem to find anything here in London."

The little lady witch spoke first. "Massachusetts? So, you're from Ilvermorny." Her voice was high and squeaky.

"That we are." Luca said.

"We've never been to the ministry." The tall male wizard said. He had brown hair pulled up into a ponytail and a long thin nose. "But we know the general area where it's supposed to be. We'll help you find it."

"Thank you very much."

We wandered around a bit more until those perfect strangers led us to the area where the ministry was said to be, then they departed.

"Oh, I know exactly where we are now!" Luca said, looking at his map and the instructions sent to us by the ministry. "Good thing those two were around, the entrance should be a few blocks east from here. Well, I think."