"I'm not impugning your quality, Mr. Ollivander, but if you don't want to sell me a wand -"
"I have sold you a wand, Miss Swan, and if you say it does not suffice for your purposes I do not see how else I could possibly interpret you."
"Only in quantity!" she says. "I just want two."
"With an attitude like that you might one day find yourself in possession of two pieces -"
"That's exactly the sort of reason I want a second! If you won't sell me one -"
"I have sold you one, good day, Miss Swan!" Ollivander turns to the next customer. "Pardon her. What can I do for you today?"
"School was a problem," he admits. "Most of the time people noticed my eyes had morphed colours I'd morph them back and tell them my eyes were weird and it was a trick of the light. As for the gender..." His face morphs slowly to something that's more-or-less between his boy-face and his girl-face, leaning more towards the boy-face, and then it shifts some more towards the girl-face. Given that he's eleven, the androgynous look is not too hard to pull off. "I used something like this, so it was more plausible that the changes weren't that supernatural." His face returns to what it was. "The donkey ears were more trouble, mum didn't let me anywhere near school before I was like five or so, and then most of the time the shifts happened when adults weren't looking so no one believed the kids. Except when it did happen in front of the adults, and then I had to change schools." He sighs. "There was also the bullying problem, most kids were okay with the gender thing but then some kids told their parents about it and they'd come back next week being bigoted and calling me a freak and a he-she and stuff like that." He doesn't sound particularly bothered by that, it sounds like just a fact of his life.
"Aw!" Willow says, and immediately moves to the other side of the compartment to give Sadde a hug.
"People will understand what a Metamorphmagus is," Miranda says, "but might not understand as much about the gender thing, I'm not sure."
He shrugs. "I can deal with the bullying, I have a lot of experience. And I don't plan on exactly advertising the Metamorphmagic, but I don't plan on hiding it all the time either. I'll probably stick to these shapes and let people figure out what they'll figure out." He grins. "Besides, I'll have magic, now. That will significantly raise the upper bound on my creativity with bullies."
"It'll raise their creativity with you too," Miranda says. "You might want to learn counterjinxes just as a precaution."
He nods. "Of course, but I think I can do better with the same things. I always have."
Willow could try to make less of a mess when boarding. She doesn't.
Miranda tries, but that doesn't stop her from falling entirely into the lake. The enormous man who's shepherding them around has to fish her out.
Willow beams. She didn't slip into the lake, but somehow she managed to get almost as wet at Miranda. She's looking pretty happy about this development, however.
It doesn't work, but at least nothing explodes.
"Maybe I can get a teacher to do it," she sighs.
Sadde looks around for one, and only spots the hardest one to miss. "Maybe he can help?"
"He isn't a teacher, he's the groundskeeper. Maybe he could do it but it's better to wait until we're out of the boats in case I just fall again getting out."
"Professor, two things, please, really quick? One, can you please use my middle name instead of my first?"
"What is your middle name?" inquires the professor.
"Miranda," says Miranda. "And can you dry me off, I fell in the lake."
McGonagall taps Miranda with her wand, and she dries off. "If that will be all...? Very well. First years, this way."