Diagon Alley is so cool.
So far, he's already had a chance to buy his potions ingredients, but there's so much more to look at!
He's in the middle of trying to decide on a "familiar".
Diagon Alley is so cool.
So far, he's already had a chance to buy his potions ingredients, but there's so much more to look at!
He's in the middle of trying to decide on a "familiar".
His father seems to be reasonably entertained, but he's also reading, so it could be that.
"Did you know you're a Metamorphmagus? That's what it's called, the thing you do where you're a boy and then you're a girl. On the outside, I mean."
"I started shifting—morphing?—when I was one. I didn't know what it was called, though, Professor Flitwick told us."
"No, I looked it up, humans are too big and clunky to be carried by wings."
"Can you make yourself less clunky? Why are we too clunky, is it all the bones and organs? I don't think it's safe to morph those away..."
"Scott, don't tell your friends to get rid of their organs."
He brings over biscuits and tea cakes while they wait for the tea.
Biscuits!
"I think it's all the bones and organs, and I can't morph them away even if I try. I can only do safe things."
"That's pretty convenient. There aren't a lot of good books about Metamorphmagic. Maybe you're all too different, but maybe none of them thought of it. You could probably make a lot of money that way."
"Oooh, that's a good idea! But maybe I should meet other metamorphmagi and ask if they're different, first."