Laughing, Tonks began shifting. Her bubblegum pink hair darkened and lengthened, her eyes brightened, her height shortened, until she was no longer herself (physically, at least). Instead, in her place was a perfect copy of one Elizabeth Ashley Potter, complete with the famous scar on her forehead. Ashley, the real one, giggled and grabbed onto Remus’ hands, prompting the werewolf to lean down and nuzzle her head.