"H-her eyes, they were..."

Professor Dumbledore smiled. "In your own time, Miss Bulstrode. No rush."

Millicent wept into her hands, tears slipping between her heavily folded fingers. Crying out, she flailed her arms as she yelled out to him, "Bright pink!"

"Bright pink? Miss Bulstrode, are you certain of this?"

"Of course she isn't, what an absurd concept!" Snape hissed, storming further into Dumbledore's office. "The girl is unstable, Albus, and correct me if I'm wrong but she's also a liar!"

"Severus, there is no time for allegations. Miss Lovell is unable of working out why this child reacted so abruptly and Miss Bulstrode is our only hope!" Dumbledore responded.

Snape sighed and moved closer to the door. "I'll see to the girl," he said and headed back to the hospital wing, reluctantly.

"Miss Bulstrode, I assure you that I shall listen. But you must tell me the complete truth - what happened last night?"

Snape entered the Hospital Wing. Moodily, he reached Lilith's bed. She looked up at him with surprise in her eyes. After their encounter the previous day, she didn't expect to be seeing the Potions teacher anytime soon.

"I'm here on account of Professor Dumbledore," Snape said quickly. "Miss Bulstrode informs us that your eyes had turned bright pink."

Lilith snorted, although Snape's glare silenced her quickly. She told him, "Well? Bright pink? That's rather absurd, don't you think?"

"For once, Miss Lovell, you are quite right."

"I suppose it's possible, though..."

Snape raised an eyebrow at the mildly injured girl. "You're about as mad as the other one, Miss Lovell."

Lilith shook her head, "No, no. I'm not the one who turned her into an insect," she tutted. Madam Pomfrey dismissed her, timely. She hesitated before rising out of the hospital bed. She felt brand new.

"Well?"

"Well what, Professor?"

"With all due respect, Miss Lovell, although you appear to be a very advanced witch - it is still rather unusual for someone of your age to make such a quick recovery from such a hex," Snape murmured, almost regretting giving her the light amount of praise he had done so.

"Well it seems I have," Lilith shrugged it off. Snape did the same, silently thanking her for the release of his regrets.

"My eyes," she added, moments later as she followed her professor out of the wing, "Why would they turn bright pink?"

"Perhaps Professor Dumbledore will give you a more accurate response assuming he actually believes that nonsense," Snape retorted with a wave of his hand, gesturing for Lilith to knock on Dumbledore's door. She did so.

Dumbledore flicked his hand in a similar fashion to Severus and the door swung open. There sat the man himself and an incredibly distraught looking Millicent Bulstrode.

"Hi, Millicent. I'm sorry for last night," Lilith said, guilt dripping from her tongue. Millicent gave her a half-arsed smile.

"Miss Lovell, how wonderful to see a quick recovery!" Dumbledore exclaimed with excitement that he only wished could flood into the hearts of the three people before him.

"Thank you, Professor," Lilith muttered back. As polite as she could be, she wasn't interested in pleasantries - she just wanted cold, hard answers.

Sure enough, Millicent was dismissed by Professor Dumbledore, much to Lilith's pleasure.

"Professor, why on earth-"

"Lilith, I'd like you to read that book again," Dumbledore interrupted her words. "Whatever you were reading when last night's incident happened."

"How do you know I was reading it?" Lilith huffed, crossing her arms like a stroppy child.

"Your actions make his assumptions correct, Miss Lovell," Snape intervened. Lilith swiped her father's book from the table before her, not bothering to question how it had ended up there.

She read the very same lines she had last night, and upon attempting to look at her two teachers, her eyes began to water. She blinked again.

The teachers' reactions were the same. A look of knowing. No surprise was evident.

"I see," Snape commented as Lilith blinked once more. "I suppose the colour correlates to her current... state of mind."

Dumbledore nodded. "Love," he said simply. 

"Well?" Lilith urged, hopeful. "What's wrong with me? Why did they change colour?"

Professor Dumbledore presented the curious child with a rusting old mirror, which had previously been hanging precariously from one of his many bookshelves. She grasped it from his hands, sharing a thankful glance with him, and gasped.

Her eyes, undeniably, were a magnificent shade of bubblegum.

"So it's true," she uttered.

"It appears, Miss Lovell, that you are a Metamorphmagus."

Almost as soon as Dumbledore's voice quietened, a loud, rough knock at his office door came. Dumbledore called out for them to come in, and in popped the head of Draco Malfoy.

"Ah," he said upon entry. "Madam Pomfrey was wondering where she had gotten to," Draco pointed out as his cloudy eyes met Lilith's; within seconds he had backed up against the wall - such an odd action for a boy like Malfoy.

"What's happened to her?" Draco stuttered on his words slightly, but it was barely noticeable to the trio in front of him.

"Now, Mr Malfoy," Dumbledore articulated, ensuring that Draco would not leave the room. "That information is only to be repeated by Miss Lovell."

"I'm a..." she paused briefly. Draco stared her down, anxious for an answer.

"Another hex?" he questioned, but she shook her head.

"I'm a Metamorphmagus."

"I-..." Draco stopped, not wanting to offend Lilith in front of the headmaster and Snape. "I didn't suppose someone of our age could do such a thing..."

"Only by a trigger, Mr Malfoy," Snape denounced Lilith's victory, "Miss Lovell would not have been so capable of such a thing without the encouragement of Professor Dumbledore, I assure you. Now, I must be off."

The dark man exited, leaving Draco, Dumbledore and the frozen Lilith behind.

"But, Professor, what does this mean? Was my father a Metamorphmagus?" she questioned as soon as she was able to regain her senses. The Malfoy boy remained in the corner, still slightly shaken by the strange series of events he was experiencing. He'd put Lilith down to blood status, little did he know, there was a chance Lilith wasn't even Lilith. His brain began to hurt as he thought of the countless possibilities. 

"Yes, Miss Lovell, he was."