September 1984
"Nymphadora!"
Nymphadora Tonks bristled. "It's-"
"Tonks, yeah, yeah I know, but Nymphadora is your real name, isn't it?"
The red headed Gryffindor boy sat himself in the seat next to her, just like he had in their first lesson.
Nymphadora inwardly groaned. Why wouldn't he leave her alone? She wished McGonagall would hurry up and start the lesson and force him into silence.
"So, I've figured you out. You're a Metamorphmagus. At least that's what my brother Bill thinks and he's always right!" Charlie declared smugly. Not that he would tell Bill that, of course.
Nymphadora stared at him. How had he figured that out? True, she hadn't been as careful as she could have been, but she'd kept her word, no morphing at school. Yes, there had been a few times when she had forgotten (possibly on purpose) but definitely never when he was around.
"It's the ends of your hair," Charlie continued. "They go red when you're embarrassed, just like they're doing now."
Some days, she loved her powers, but sometimes they were an absolute curse!
A/N: I'm going to play about with time a little bit with these, as I don't want to get too tied in to writing chronologically. I will try and keep early events at Hogwarts roughly in order though, so their developing friendship makes sense.
(For anyone reading 'An Identity', chronology is precisely the reason I keep stalling – I have too many ideas for older Teddy and complete writers block when it comes to filling out the few gaps I need to plug before he grows up a bit!)
