Jessica walked inside the classroom, her bag slung over her shoulder. Very few people knew she was a metamorphmagus - and she didn't let them guess it either. She shook her red hair out of her silver-blue eyes and looked admiringly at the softly singing Phoenixas as she sat down. She looked around for a sign of a friend. When nothing happened, she leaned towards Heshasa.
"Hi," she said brightly.