Ryan turned to look at Ponessa, who seemed to be having a cosy chat.
'Er, help?' she asked impatiently, although with a weak grin on her face. There was a sudden strange sensation, much like the one she had experienced coming out of the Hospital Wing - she had suddenlt felt alright again. Of course, that was followed by feeling worse, but Ryan had remembered something, and was too anxious to check it out to care. She walked slowly, almost mechanically away from Ponessa, and flung herself down quickly with a new book - Maguses, by some unknown author. She got to the chapter on metamorphmaguses.
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Often subject to outcasting for their curious skills, metamorphmagi were usually left out, because of their unstoppable, unpredictable and embarrassing habit of their appearances changing as their emotions do.
Ryan sat there, reeling. Everything was becoming clear now - her mother had been a metamorphmagus. And her father - her father was prejudiced against them, the very reason he had let her grow up while teaching her about metamorphmagi as "them", never "metamorphmagi" or "you". Her father had driven his wife away with his prejudice - she remembered the looks a group of Slytherins had given her earlier, when the streaks in her hair had changed colour - and she could be going the same way.
'I've got to leave...' Ryan whispered. Her voice was unsteady, but sounded quite sure. She stood up. 'I've got to leave,' she said, a bit louder, before racing off.