"J-just a l-little like a f-freak," Teddy licked his lips and looked around. He shoved his stuff back in his bag. “I’ll show you, but not out here," He stood up and motioned for her to follow walking inside and into one of the darker corners.
"It’s p-precious to me only b-because m-my mum could do it, but…No, m-my father wasn’t l-like me. He was a w-werewolf," He knew some people, particularly Slytherins reacted badly to that. He looked down and then back at her.
He let his powers fall down and he looked like his true self - turquoise hair and emerald green eyes, though his features looked the same. “P-People stare. I d-don’t like it.”
"I can see why they stare. You’re bloody gorgeous." Amoena smiled, the words of his father’s affliction fading in her mind as she ogled the boy. Though a Slytherin - and a proud one at that - she had an interest in the ‘exotic’ and there was no better word for Teddy Lupin in her mind.
Still smiling, she reached up to lightly brush his hair. “Simply gorgeous. Don’t get me wrong, you’re cute as you were before, but wow…just wow. Your eyes are so green and your hair is so…damn. I’m sorry I’m staring - I think you’re too handsome not to look. Just amazing. Bloody amazing. You’re the most brilliant person I’ve ever met.”
Teddy’s eyes went wide when she suggested taking pictures. He shook his head, “N-No. I c-can’t. I w-wouldn’t. N-no,” He forced out his stammer as bad as it had ever been. The very thought was absurd. She was just being kind no doubt, but he knew he couldn’t manage any of that. He was dreading her even taking his picture at all.
"It’s n-not jealousy. P-people don’t like things t-that are different. My d-dad was d-different and p-people were terrible to him," No one had really told him stories about the discrimination Remus had faced, but he was a clever boy. He could fill in the dots and bits and pieces he did know. He shook his head. “N-No. I l-look like a f-freak if I d-don’t use my p-powers at all," He was always exhausted from using them all the time to cover up the real him.
"Don’t fret." Amoena patted his knee once and smiled. Reining in her usual pushiness was a challenge and, while she was a selfish girl, it seemed too cruel to push him to pose for her when he was clearly so opposed to the idea. “Do you really look like a freak? Are you pignosed and warty and green skinned? Or do you just look different? When I was over on the continent this past summer I saw loads of different looking people. Pink hair, piercings, bunches of tattoos, fat, super skinny, tall, gangly, it was exciting. People stare but people are, by the large, insanely close-minded.”
Adjusting her school satchel, she smiled and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Some talents are very rare in the wizarding world. Rarity makes something precious, something to be coveted and desired. And, when they can’t have it, scorned because of that. I don’t know why people mocked your father - was he like you? - but I’d bet that it was just another example of how people are, on the whole, stupid creatures who are unwilling to accept talent in ways they can’t understand.”
"I j-just don’t l-like when people s-stare," He glanced at her gaping at him blushing just a little. Well, he didn’t mind when he was very little. He used to change his hair and his face and everything else. But then he got scared that he wouldn’t be able to find himself again or find the part of him that was his parents. Plus, muggles used to stare at him and Grandmother gently reminded him to be normal. “The p-professors know and s-some of the s-students, but I don’t like to tell people."
He bit his lip, “D-Did you have questions? Y-you can ask if you want.”
"I have a multitude. Which is generally unusual for me; most people are so dull." Amoena smiled and tore her eyes away from him, fiddling with a piece of grass. "I wish I could take some pictures of you. I publish this magazine and ugh, you’d be amazing for anything fashion related. You’re the perfect model, did you know that?” Another smile worked on her lips and she chanced a glance his way.
"Have you ever thought they’re staring because they’re jealous? That’s a rare talent. I’m a little jealous myself truth be told." Amoena bit her lower lip, chewing at it a moment in thought. "Is that what you look like normally? I mean not normally. Naturally. That’s a better word for it I think."
"It’s o-okay. G-Grandmother says I h-have to g-get used to it i-if I w-want to amount to a-anything," Andromeda could be tough on Teddy. He tried not to get to frazzled by it. She meant well. She wanted him to be everything he could be.
"I’m a m-metamorphmagus. Tr-Transfiguration comes as p-part of the package." He shrugged. All the time put into his powers when he was younger made transfiguration classes fairly simple for him. “I d-don’t really advertise that f-fact."
He shrugged, “Just an es-essay. It c-can wait.”
"A metamorphmagus?" Amoena’s efforts to try and make him less uncomfortable with infrequent eye contact went to hell at that. She turned, gaping at him as she looked him over. "That is…wow. I don’t blame you for keeping it quiet; I bet people would ask all the time to see it. You’d get nothing done."
The girl scooted closer to him, smiling softly, and reached out to try and move his essay off his lap so he’d have no excuse to pay attention to the parchment. After all, he’d said it could wait. “I think your grandmother has missed that you already are something. Something bloody amazing, Teddy Lupin. I’m almost biting my tongue not to babble questions at you like a firstie. Amazing.”
"I prefer not t-t-to be seen a-anyhow," Teddy admitted. It was a well known fact that Teddy tried his hardest to be invisible. He was coming pretty close it seemed. Professor Flitwick said he was going to have to be less timid to succeed at teaching come next year. “I l-like transfiguration. I h-have a natural affinity, I’m t-t-told," His metamorphmagus abilities meant transfiguration came easy to him. “But I prefer c-charms."
He shrugged when she asked if she’d scared him, “M-Most people do,” He admitted self-deprecatingly. “B-but I s-shall t-try to soldier through.”
"Tell me to bugger off then if it gets to be too much. I’ve never found much pleasure in making people uncomfortable." Amoena shrugged, putting her camera away and folding her hands in her lap.
In an effort to try and stay true to her words, she didn’t maintain eye contact like she would with most other people. She watched the other students, only taking occasional peeks at him. “A natural affinity? I wish I’d known; I’m always looking for more people to chat up about it. Charms however, is a good subject too. Not my best, but fun. What were you working on before I invited myself to sit?”