Nymphadora Tonks sat cross-legged on her bed in the Hufflepuff dormitory, staring into the mirror across from her. The drapes around her four-poster were half-drawn, offering a bit of privacy from the five other girls she shared the room with. Her usual heart-shaped face, bright purple hair, and playful smirk stared back at her, but today, something felt off—something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

She ran her fingers through her hair, watching it ripple through shades of blue, pink, and then back to purple again. The color wasn't the issue. It was the face beneath, the shape of it, the lines and curves of her cheekbones. They didn't feel right today, and no matter how much she morphed them—rounder, sharper, longer—it didn't seem to settle that buzzing sensation within her.

Tonks sighed, glancing down at the worn Gryffindor jumper she'd "borrowed" from Charlie Weasley a year ago. The fabric was loose and comfortable, giving her a sense of familiarity she always enjoyed. It was easier to wear baggy clothes—she could disappear into them, hide from the questions swirling in her head.

She shifted on her bed, flicking her wand to cast a Muffliato Charm. The last thing she needed was anyone overhearing her muttering to herself. The dormitory, for the moment, was unusually quiet. Penny Haywood, ever the dutiful prefect, had gone down early to help Professor Sprout with the greenhouses, and Chiara Lobosca, her other close friend, was likely in the hospital wing again, attending to some student or another. The remaining girls were either out or too wrapped up in their own lives to pay her any mind.

"Tonks, are you alright?" Chiara had asked her earlier, her silver brow furrowed in concern. Tonks had brushed her off with a laugh, but the truth was, she wasn't sure if she was alright. This feeling—that something wasn't sitting right within her—had been growing for a while now.

The quiet of the dormitory felt suffocating, and Tonks flicked her wand again, casting a spell to make the mirror reflect her entire body instead of just her face. She stood up, her feet sinking into the soft, honey-colored rug. She examined herself in the reflection—she could change every aspect of her appearance if she wanted to. Her skin could be any shade, her eyes any shape. She could be taller, shorter, anything in between. But no matter how much she transformed, there was a gnawing sense that none of these changes went deep enough.

She let out a frustrated sigh, leaning forward on the bed to grab her old jumper and pull it tighter around herself. Just as she did, the door to the dormitory creaked open, and Catherine Fawcett strolled in, her nose in the air as usual. She barely glanced at Tonks before tossing her bag onto her own bed.

"You're still up here? Thought you'd be down trying to save some poor Gryffindor from falling off their broom by now," Catherine said with a smirk.

Tonks rolled her eyes but didn't respond. There was no point in engaging with Catherine's snide remarks. They'd never quite gotten along—Catherine, with her perfectly arranged hair and precise wand movements, seemed to find Tonks' chaotic, ever-changing nature irritating. The feeling was mutual.

As Catherine fussed with her potions notes, Tonks shifted back toward the mirror. She needed something different today. She morphed slowly—broadening her shoulders, flattening her chest, and sharpening her jawline. Her hair shortened into a messy, spiky cut, and the figure in the mirror was someone completely different from the Nymphadora Tonks who had woken up that morning.

Tonks blinked at her reflection, her breath catching in her throat. This was different. For the first time in weeks, the buzzing in her head stopped, settling into something still and clear. The person looking back at her didn't feel wrong. They felt... right.

She raised a hand to touch her cheek, fingers brushing against the unfamiliar angles. It felt right in a way that nothing else had for a long time.

"Whoa," a voice said from the other side of the room. Tonks flinched, turning quickly to see Penny standing in the doorway, a bag of herbs slung over her shoulder. "That's... different."

Penny's face was open, curious rather than judgmental. Tonks flushed slightly, her fingers twisting around the hem of her jumper. "Yeah, just trying something new," she said, her voice sounding rougher, different, to her own ears.

"Cool," Penny said easily, setting down her bag. She glanced back at Tonks with a smile. "You always keep us guessing, huh?"

"Yeah, I... guess." Tonks laughed awkwardly, but the light feeling that had come with the transformation was already fading, replaced by confusion. She morphed back into her usual form, her purple hair returning, her chest softening again, and the playful smirk reappearing on her lips. But the sense of discomfort returned, like a weight pressing on her chest.

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Penny must have sensed it because she gave Tonks a soft look of her blue eyes. "Hey, you alright?"

Tonks opened her mouth to answer when the dormitory door burst open again. Sophia Cromwell and Felicity Jones barged in, chattering loudly about their day, their laughter filling the space as they dropped their things on the beds across from Tonks.

"Honestly, that Slytherin's face when I told him he'd messed up his potion was priceless!" Sophia cackled, ignoring the fact that Tonks and Penny were already mid-conversation.

Girls went to Catherine, who shot a look at Tonks and then muttered something to Sophia under her breath. Tonks caught the tail end of it—something about her always changing things to "stand out." She clenched her fists, trying to ignore the comment, but the sting of it lingered.

She wasn't trying to stand out. Not this time. She was just trying to figure out who she was.

Penny, ever the diplomat, shot them a quick glare before turning back to Tonks. "Want to talk about it? Maybe we can head down to the common room if you want some space."

Tonks shook her head, grateful but not in the mood to explain the chaos in her head, especially not in front of Catherine, Sophia and Felicity. "I'm fine, Penny. Really. Just... sorting some stuff out."

Penny looked like she wanted to say more, but she only nodded, giving Tonks a soft smile before heading back down to the greenhouses.

Once the others had left to do their own things, Tonks collapsed back onto her bed. The quiet returned, but the confusion was louder than ever.

Her thoughts swirled in a million directions at once. What did it mean to feel so right in a different form? Was this still just her playing around with her appearance, or was it something deeper? She stared at her reflection for a long moment, then shook her head, pulling the curtains closed around her bed.

But even behind the safety of the closed drapes, the feeling lingered—that sense that she wasn't entirely who she thought she was.

That night, after everyone had gone to bed, Tonks crept out into the courtyard. The early summer air was warm, and the sky was littered with stars, but she barely noticed. She was too caught up in her thoughts, her mind racing with questions she didn't know how to answer.

What did it mean to feel like a different person in your own body? She'd never questioned her identity before—not really. She'd always been Tonks, the quirky, clumsy Metamorphmagus who could change her appearance at will. But now, for the first time, she wasn't sure who she was.

She sat down on the grass, pulling her knees to her chest and staring up at the sky. The stars blinked down at her indifferently, offering no guidance or answers.

A soft voice behind her interrupted her thoughts.

"Couldn't sleep?"

Tonks jumped, turning to see Professor Sprout standing just outside the greenhouse, her round face softened by the pale glow of the moon. Despite the hour, she wore her usual tattered work robes, earthy as ever, as if she'd just come in from tending the plants.

Tonks shifted awkwardly but didn't rise. "Something like that," she replied, her voice sounding smaller than usual. Sprout always had a way of seeing right through her, and tonight was no exception.

Sprout stepped closer, her boots making soft, deliberate sounds against the grass. "Mind if I sit?" she asked gently.

Tonks shook her head, and the older woman settled onto the grass beside her with a soft grunt. The air around them was still and peaceful, the faint sounds of magical creatures stirring in the night beyond the courtyard's edge.

For a moment, they sat in silence, both gazing up at the night sky. Sprout, patient as ever, seemed content to wait, allowing Tonks the space to speak when she was ready. It was one of the things Tonks appreciated about her Head of House—she never pried, but she always knew when something was wrong.

"I don't know what's going on with me," Tonks finally admitted, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "It's like... I don't know who I am anymore. I can change into anyone, but lately, none of them feel quite right."

Sprout nodded thoughtfully, her hands resting in her lap, still streaked with dirt from her earlier work. "Hmm, I see. You're talking about more than just your looks, aren't you?"

Tonks sighed, tugging at the hem of her jumper. "Yeah... it's like, I can be anyone I want to be, but sometimes, I don't even know who I want to be. Some days I feel more comfortable looking... different, you know? Less like me, more like someone else. And then other days, I don't know what I feel like."

Sprout smiled gently, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "You know, Tonks, I've been working with magical plants my whole life, and not one of them has ever stayed the same. Some grow quickly, some change with the seasons, and some turn into something entirely different when they're fully grown. But none of that makes them any less of what they are. They just... are."

Tonks frowned, staring at her hands. "But what if I'm not like them? What if there's no real me underneath all these changes?"

Sprout's eyes softened, and she laid a gentle hand on Tonks' shoulder. "You're not just one thing, Tonks. No one is. We all change as we grow, and sometimes, the person we are today is different from the person we were yesterday. And that's okay. You don't need to have a fixed version of yourself to be real."

Tonks blinked, processing her words. "So... it's okay if I feel like different people sometimes?"

Sprout smiled. "Of course it is. You're allowed to be whoever you feel like being, and that doesn't make you any less you. You're still Tonks, no matter what form you take."

Tonks felt a warmth spreading through her, something loosening inside her chest. She hadn't realized how much weight she'd been carrying until it began to lift.

"I guess we're all just trying to figure out who we are," she mumbled, her gaze still on the stars, "in one way or another."

Sprout patted her shoulder and stood, brushing off her robes. "Exactly, dear. And there's no rush to figure it all out at once."

As Sprout made her way back toward the castle, Tonks stayed where she was, the night air cool against her skin, her heart lighter than it had been in weeks. She didn't have all the answers yet, but that was okay.

For the first time, she realized, she didn't need to have them all right now.