Post by Lyssa Towler on Jul 11, 2013 21:10:22 GMT
She had been seventeen when she lost her virginity. His name was Jeremy, and he had been charming and stupidly attractive. It was their graduation ball, and she wore one of those dresses that were only meant to be taken off. They’d hardly even said two words to each other for the entire seven years that they’d gone to school together, but he’d asked her to be his date for graduation a week earlier and he seemed nice enough. They’d hung out during the ceremony and actually gotten to know each other through the dinner - he was planning on moving to America to finish writing his books, he wanted to one day publish a series on Muggle studies that would be standard enough to use as textbooks. She told him about her plans to work for the ministry, her home life, and tried to explain the feeling of transforming her appearance while he continued to top off her drinks for her with the hip flask he’d brought full of fire whiskey. By the time he was stumbling home with her, she was too drunk to say no, and she didn’t really want to anyway. They kissed and he told her how pretty she looked, and gave her that stare as if he was wondering if she had been born the way she looked now, but didn’t ask. He just kissed her again and let his hands grab onto her legs too quickly and move too fast, already having taken her innocence by the time she realized that she was way past her curfew and her parents would be furious. It was painful and not at all as romantic as the novels she’d read described it as, but it was real, and it wasn’t like she wasn’t willing. When he passed out on the grass next to her, drunk, she carefully turned him onto his stomach for safety, then changed her light blonde hair to deep brown, red highlights peeking through, her previously navy blue eyes shining bright green in the moonlight. She was no longer the girl that had lost her virginity on Hogwarts lawn.
She wore her hair longer for her interview and prayed that whoever was actually interviewing her was a man. Everything that Witch Weekly had told her promised that men appreciated long hair. Even married men, even men that didn’t care for other women at all, somewhere deep in their subconscious was the urge put it in a ponytail and pull like it was a leash. She wasn’t trying to seduce her hopefully-soon-would-be boss, though. At least not consciously, but, it couldn’t hurt. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic, Lyssa fluffed her long black locks and frowned, crinkling her nose up and curling them with the blink of her eyes. Her eyes darkened when she reopened them, turning a dark honey that she had always admired on other girls. She snapped the elastic on her wrist and tied back her curly hair, tightening it into a bouncy high pony before exiting the room and making her way toward the office where her interview was. The first thing she noticed was his wedding ring. Not that she had been looking for one, but it was more than obvious, the band shining in the light from the single lamp on his desk. He introduced himself as Warner Godfrey, and beamed when she pointed out the pictures of his stupidly beautiful family on his desk. His children were Alex, Ashley, Annette, and Alyson. Not a single name escaped Lyssa’s mind - she was good with names, a usually useless talent. When she was told that she had secured her apprenticeship she almost lost face, but waited until she had left his office to transform herself. Blonde hair and blue eyes, round bright features… she could have been one of his kids, if no one was the wiser. She wasn’t the same person who had just gotten their job in the Ministry.
“I’m Tameus.” the boy beside her informed her, sipping at the drink cupped between his hands. It looked fruity, mellow… she wanted one. “I’m drunk.” She replied stupidly, then chuckled to herself. He grinned widely. “Nice to meet you, drunk.” he extended a hand. “I like your name. It’s fitting.” She giggled even more at that. “My name’s Lyssa.” she corrected him, gesturing to his drink and nodding at the bartender, silently requesting one for herself. He returned in moments and she took a sip. Oh sweet Merlin, it had peach vodka in it somewhere - she was in heaven. “Is that your natural hair colour, Lyssa?” The boy called Tameus asked, cocking an eyebrow and continuing to grin that horribly sweet smile of his. “Hm, that’s sort of a big question.” she replied. “Is it, now?” She nodded, and was in the mood to show off. Her long sandy blonde hair shortened to a boy cut and flashed to bright red with a single black streak down the side, her eyes flashing to match the same shade of red with a single cat-eye slit of black. She caught her reflection on the mirrors across the bar and raised an eyebrow. She liked it. It was badass. Tameus looked impressed, and she felt suddenly accomplished. “Meta?” She nodded and took another sip of the delicious mystery drink in front of her. “So what’re you doing in here?” he gestured around the bar and tilted his head forward, looking as though he was hanging on her every word. “I’m finding myself.” Lyssa slurred, giggling quietly at how ridiculous it sounded. “Oh, were you missing?” He grinned as he sipped at his drink again. “Yeah, but hey, if you find me, let me know. I have no idea what the hell I’ve been doing.”
She had neon blue hair when she woke up the next morning. Her eyes were puffy and her entire body ached. Whatever the hell that fruity shit had been, it was causing a deadly hangover. She didn’t bother changing herself before she stepped into the office, and winced at Warner’s words. “You changed your hair?” He tilted his head, didn’t look angry or aggravated, just intrigued. He’d seen her only several hours earlier and she had probably been an entirely different person. “I can get rid of it.” she said quickly, and he raised a hand to protest, but she had already began to change it back, long brown hair flowing straight down her back, her skin growing slightly more pale and losing the tan she had conjured up sometime the night before. He blinked, then cleared his throat. “There’s an interesting twist.” He smirked. “I- I’m sorry, should I have mentioned that in the interview?” She suddenly felt out of place. Diseased. Mutated. “No, absolutely not, it’s not a problem in the slightest. Really, it’s just another talent, right?” He grinned reassuringly. She could tell he had been a good father. He left her some paper work and explained the current office situations, then left her at her desk outside of his office. Across from her desk was a mirror , propped up against the wall and staring at her. Tempting her. Transform, it taunted silently. So she did. Several hundred times over the next few hours of her shift. She wasn’t the same girl she had been twenty minutes ago.
She wore her hair longer for her interview and prayed that whoever was actually interviewing her was a man. Everything that Witch Weekly had told her promised that men appreciated long hair. Even married men, even men that didn’t care for other women at all, somewhere deep in their subconscious was the urge put it in a ponytail and pull like it was a leash. She wasn’t trying to seduce her hopefully-soon-would-be boss, though. At least not consciously, but, it couldn’t hurt. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic, Lyssa fluffed her long black locks and frowned, crinkling her nose up and curling them with the blink of her eyes. Her eyes darkened when she reopened them, turning a dark honey that she had always admired on other girls. She snapped the elastic on her wrist and tied back her curly hair, tightening it into a bouncy high pony before exiting the room and making her way toward the office where her interview was. The first thing she noticed was his wedding ring. Not that she had been looking for one, but it was more than obvious, the band shining in the light from the single lamp on his desk. He introduced himself as Warner Godfrey, and beamed when she pointed out the pictures of his stupidly beautiful family on his desk. His children were Alex, Ashley, Annette, and Alyson. Not a single name escaped Lyssa’s mind - she was good with names, a usually useless talent. When she was told that she had secured her apprenticeship she almost lost face, but waited until she had left his office to transform herself. Blonde hair and blue eyes, round bright features… she could have been one of his kids, if no one was the wiser. She wasn’t the same person who had just gotten their job in the Ministry.
“I’m Tameus.” the boy beside her informed her, sipping at the drink cupped between his hands. It looked fruity, mellow… she wanted one. “I’m drunk.” She replied stupidly, then chuckled to herself. He grinned widely. “Nice to meet you, drunk.” he extended a hand. “I like your name. It’s fitting.” She giggled even more at that. “My name’s Lyssa.” she corrected him, gesturing to his drink and nodding at the bartender, silently requesting one for herself. He returned in moments and she took a sip. Oh sweet Merlin, it had peach vodka in it somewhere - she was in heaven. “Is that your natural hair colour, Lyssa?” The boy called Tameus asked, cocking an eyebrow and continuing to grin that horribly sweet smile of his. “Hm, that’s sort of a big question.” she replied. “Is it, now?” She nodded, and was in the mood to show off. Her long sandy blonde hair shortened to a boy cut and flashed to bright red with a single black streak down the side, her eyes flashing to match the same shade of red with a single cat-eye slit of black. She caught her reflection on the mirrors across the bar and raised an eyebrow. She liked it. It was badass. Tameus looked impressed, and she felt suddenly accomplished. “Meta?” She nodded and took another sip of the delicious mystery drink in front of her. “So what’re you doing in here?” he gestured around the bar and tilted his head forward, looking as though he was hanging on her every word. “I’m finding myself.” Lyssa slurred, giggling quietly at how ridiculous it sounded. “Oh, were you missing?” He grinned as he sipped at his drink again. “Yeah, but hey, if you find me, let me know. I have no idea what the hell I’ve been doing.”
She had neon blue hair when she woke up the next morning. Her eyes were puffy and her entire body ached. Whatever the hell that fruity shit had been, it was causing a deadly hangover. She didn’t bother changing herself before she stepped into the office, and winced at Warner’s words. “You changed your hair?” He tilted his head, didn’t look angry or aggravated, just intrigued. He’d seen her only several hours earlier and she had probably been an entirely different person. “I can get rid of it.” she said quickly, and he raised a hand to protest, but she had already began to change it back, long brown hair flowing straight down her back, her skin growing slightly more pale and losing the tan she had conjured up sometime the night before. He blinked, then cleared his throat. “There’s an interesting twist.” He smirked. “I- I’m sorry, should I have mentioned that in the interview?” She suddenly felt out of place. Diseased. Mutated. “No, absolutely not, it’s not a problem in the slightest. Really, it’s just another talent, right?” He grinned reassuringly. She could tell he had been a good father. He left her some paper work and explained the current office situations, then left her at her desk outside of his office. Across from her desk was a mirror , propped up against the wall and staring at her. Tempting her. Transform, it taunted silently. So she did. Several hundred times over the next few hours of her shift. She wasn’t the same girl she had been twenty minutes ago.