Neville

Tonks slides open the door and slips inside before shutting it quietly. Neville Longbottom glances away from staring out the window with mild surprise, “Uh, Hi? Are you new to Hogwarts? I don’t think I’ve met you before, I’m Neville.” He reaches out a hand for a handshake, but reconsiders and breaks it off into a hesitant wave, before realizing that he’s just left Tonk’s hand hanging and clumsily returns to the handshake.

“I know who you are, Neville, I was a distant friend of your parents!” Tonks jovially grips his hand.

Neville blinks blankly, “Huh? But… when? You’d have to be like 30 or something to have been friends with my mum and dad, it’s been so long since they’ve been…” He trails off, and Tonks kicks herself mentally for bringing up his parents.

“Well, to keep your noggin from busting trying to rationalize my age, I think I should just clear the air a bit.” Tonks taps her wand on the door, and the blinds switch shut at once. Neville squints with confusion, but his expression swiftly becomes one of shock and surprise as Tonks extends her body back to her typical height of 5’5”. She looms over Neville for a moment while he’s seated, but he bolts upright and his own 6’ stature dwarfs her.

Still, Tonks smiles coolly and coyly, and she continues to dispel her disguise one part at a time. Her hair puffs up and fades to her bright pink default, and her face loses some of the cherubic baby fat she had rounded her features with. Neville splutters in shock, “What the fu- frick?! How are you doing that??”

Tonks smirks and wiggles her nose into an elephants trunk, which she dapples with yellow and pink spots for good measure, “I’m Tonks, I’m a Metamorphagus, and I’m here to make your dreams come true. From what your friends tell me, you’re deserving of some pussy, and if you’ll allow me, you’re about to get the world’s best!” She blows a muffled trumpet sound and shrivels her nose back down to size and winks, “I also take requests.”