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This chapter is from Emily's perspective. I haven't decided how often I am going to switch back and forth, so this might be one of the few from Emily.
Again, I do promise to update the other fic soon.
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Chapter II
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"Katie!" Emily yelled up the stairs, "If you make me late I swear I'm going to jinx you!"
Her ears were met with continued silence.
"…I will curse you!"
Again she received no reply.
"I won't let you cheat off me all year!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Emily finally heard her sister say. "Keep your vagina on."
Katie stopped at the bottom of the stairs next to Emily.
"Your hair." Katie said.
"Yes?" Emily raised an eyebrow.
"It's the same."
"Same as yesterday and the day before."
"And the day before that and the day before that!"
"So?"
"So?" Katie said looking at her sister pointedly as she willed her hair to change from it's dark brown to a vibrant purple. "What is the point of being a Metamorphmagus if you never use your ability?"
"You use it enough for the both of us."
The twins were born with the ability to change their appearance at will without the need of a wand or spell. When they were younger they would change their hair color almost constantly. Sometime during the beginning of her first year Emily had settled on a vibrant red and for the most part it hasn't changed since. Now five years on.
Katie let out a huff. "It's not like anyone if going to confuse the fact that you're a Gryffindor, I'm pretty sure your hair doesn't still need to be red."
"My hairs not red cause I'm a Gryffindor." Emily rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, so then why is it still?" Katie countered. "You basically haven't changed it since we were first years."
"No reason," Emily shrugged, "I just like it."
Katie rolled her eyes at her twin. "I don't get you." She said as she turned to the mirror inspecting her currently purple hair. After some consideration a smirk slid onto her face as her hair turn back to the chocolate brown it had been as she walked down the stairs, with purple undertones added to it. "Perfect."
Emily had lied. There was a reason she'd kept her hair red all this time, more so than the fact that she liked it.
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It was winter and break was fast approaching drawing an end to her first semester ever at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After lunch Emily had been modeling a few dresses for Katie so she could decide which they would wear on Christmas. Upon Katie's request she would change her hair with each outfit to try and find the best combination. As they got ready for their next class Emily had left her hair the vivid blue she had made if for the final dress.
Emily took her seat next to her serious blonde lab partner in Herbology.
"Oh." She heard the other girl say.
Emily turned to meet surprised icy blue eyes.
"Oh?" she asked shyly.
"Sorry," the blonde said trying to control the expression on her face, "Your hair, it's different."
"Oh!" Emily smiled, she'd forgotten. "Katie had me trying dresses on earlier, trying to find the right colour," she said grabbing the end of her hair and glancing at it, "guess I forgot.
Emily watched those blue eyes widen for a moment in wonder and understanding before the blonde looked down.
"Do you not like it?" Emily asked, her hand still playing with the end of her hair. She didn't know why she cared so much what her quiet, smart lab partner thought, but she did.
"No, it's nice." She shrugged with a hesitant smile, those blue eyes flickering up to meet Emily's showing sincerity for the briefest of moments before darting back down to their desk. "I just thought the red suited you, is all."
Emily beamed. "Thanks."
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"Bitch! You're going to make us miss the train!"
Emily looked to the front door where her younger brother James was standing arms crossed. His words had pulled her out of her memory of her first year as she stood there delayed him from beginning his. This was to be his first year at Hogwarts.
"Woah!" he exclaimed looking at Katie, "you're tits are out!"
"Shut it worm!" she said hitting him upside the head as she walked past him out the door. Emily hit him as well following her sister.
"What was that for?" James said as he rubbed the back of his head.
"For being a perv." Emily replied before turning to Katie. "Why did you spend forever putting an outfit together anyway, you know were just to change into robes before we get to Hogwarts."
"So the boys have a nice little picture in their heads of what I could be wearing underneath those god awful robes I'll be in all year." She said giving Emily, already in her school robes, a disdainful once over. "Couldn't hurt you to do the same."
Emily rolled her eyes.
"You know I have to be in my robes—"
"Right, right," Katie cut her off waving her hands in the air as if she could physically disperse her younger sister's words away, "You've got your duties to attend to. Wouldn't want to keep you."
Emily let out a sigh as Katie walked ahead to the waiting car. They hadn't talked about it, not really, but she could tell Katie wasn't exactly thrilled about her being chosen to be a Prefect. The complicated part was that Emily couldn't figure out if Katie was jealous that she hadn't been or if it was because it was the first time they were doing something completely separate. They shared a birthday, the same features, the same family, they both had the rare ability of being a Metamorphmagus, they were in the same house, they had the same classes, and they were even both beaters on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. This was change and Katie didn't like it.
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On the train Emily was delighted when it was finally ten minutes until her Prefects meeting. Katie had buggered off ages ago leaving her with their annoying younger brother and his equally annoying friend Gordon. Under the excuse of her Prefects meeting Emily willingly ditched the two first years in search of her meeting. It was to be held in one of the compartments at the front of the train.
Emily wondered who the other Prefects would all be from her house and others as she hadn't kept much contact with people over the summer holiday.
On the third compartment door she peered into Emily paused. There she was, the main reason her hair was still red. Emily watched her for a moment as the blonde chatted with a fellow student. She noticed the perfect polished Prefect badge on her robes as she admired her nuances. How she would chew on her lip when she was deep in thought, the controlled calculating demeanor she always tried to keep, and the Achilles heel of emotion that has always been her eyes. She found it all beautiful.
Emily walked into the compartment. As she entered she caught those blue eyes she often thought of meet her own. The instant smiling sliding off her face as those blue eyes she stared into held no warmth for her.