A few days later.
It's Thursday, today we finally have the first Flighing lesson.

We're sitting in the big hall. I love being here, I've always wanted that.
Slowly I look up from my book and see a toad sitting in front of me. I jump up and look at Neville, who comes running right here and catches it again.
>>Wow!<< Ron shouts. Now I realize that some of the students are staring at me.
Now I look at my hair.
>>Is that some kind of a spell, too?<< Harry asks, I'm just shaking my head and running outside.
Why did it have to happen right now?

>>Billie, stop!<< I hear Hermione calling after me, but I keep running.

I stop at the entrance to our dorm. Now they have caught up with me.
>>Wow, you're a Metamorphmagus!<< Ron says happily.
>>A metamorph-what?<< Harry asks.
"A Metamorphmagus is a magical person who can change the appearance willingly and without a wand. And unlike all other shape-shifting spells, this magical ability is innate and just a few witches and wizards possess it<< Hermione explains.
She probably found that in one of her books.
>>Why didn't you ever tell us about that? << Harry looks at me questioningly.
>>Because nobody should know about it ...
And because I've always suppressed it<< I just say.
>>But why did you suppress that gift the whole time?<< Hermione asks now.
"Because it's a 'ridiculous' ability for my parents.
People who have that shouldn't be envied for that. It's a burden to be born with it<< I explain.
>>This isn't a burden.
Be proud of that, maybe it can be very helpful for you<< Ron says, I've never thought of that before, I always thought it was bad to be like that, but maybe that's a good thing.

>>Well, maybe you're right, now let's go to the Flighing lessons<<
I know that Harry isn't so happy about that, me neither, because we have this subject with the Slytherins.
Draco's stupid comments and Bev's giggling will certainly lift the mood.

We run to class quickly. What comes next?