Once again, Ran rolled over, not feeling very comfortable in what she believed was her bed. There was something off here, as she reached out for the clock-radio by the bed (Ran was a firm believer of starting the day with a band, even if others in the Gryffindor girl's dorm didn't like listening to high-pitched singing girls). All she felt was a
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The blue-skinned shapeshifter, nocturnal by nature and one of the lucky few who hadn't changed forms, decided to investigate what the noise was all about.
"..." Apparently it was one of those things that she shouldn't have tried to figure out. Rubbing at her eyes, slightly pained by the clash of bright colors, Mystique addressed her housemate whom she vaguely recognized, "Montparnasse?" in a tone of utter disbelief.
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Pause. "Are you suffering from amnesia?"
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Then again, it wasn't as if Mystique hadn't seen weirder things happening. Being a shapeshifter herself, she knew all about how it was possible to be one person but look like another.
Head cocked to a side, she decided to play along for the time being. "If you're Ran, why are you in Montparnasse's body?"
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"Hey, you know if someone here has cute shoes in this guy's size?" She asked, as she pointed to "his" feet. There was only black socks. "All he has are men's shoes, no platforms or clogs... Not even sandals." She muttered, looking down.
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The question about shoes drew a quick bark of laughter from her, and Mystique shifted forms, matching Montparnasse's normal garb, and then changing the men's shoes into a pair of boots that laced up to midcalf. Bending over, she undid them and passed them over to Ran, stepping back and changing into her normal body as she did so. "There you go, kid."
She hadn't had to do that, true, but it was just too amusing an opportunity to pass up.
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She looked to Mystique. "You know if he's the sort of guy who turns girls into copies of himself?"
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