God Loves Arrogant Women

Returning early morning after her weekly outing. Staring blankly at the ceiling, Seren lays on her bed.

"Shit."

she had been caught, and by Mrs. Mairwen no less. 

Sighing deeply Seren couldn't help but be frustrated. That man, the one that attacked her was the reason she was in this predicament. 

As result of her weekly outings exposed Seren now had her chores doubled until she left for Hogwarts. That was about a month of extra work.

Picturing the man within her mind she felt a mix of pity and fury. Sure the man had attacked her and with that she felt no remorse. But according to the responding officers, the man was found sprawled on the floor unconscious.

This was just too bizarre. Seren had simply used the smokescreen as an opportunity to escape. Going into that fight, victory was not her goal in the first place.

Perhaps the man might have simply tripped on an obscured rock and knocked himself out. But that level of foolishness simply didn't match the image of violent man from yesterday. 

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Swinging her legs off the bed, Seren sat up and stood before the mirror.

"Cadmium Colours"

Behind her a red witches hat appears with a quiet pop.

Flowing out of the hat string begins to unwind, fine red string unspooling into the air. It snaked through the air with deliberation and grace threading itself together piece by piece A feminine body begins to manifest from the string.

It resembles an older version of Seren herself. It wears a outfit halfway between a ballet leotard and a princess gown. It's hair a mess, some strands straight, some wavy, some braided. A patchwork of styles all different, but somehow fit perfectly.

When the stand fully formed the hat flutters down onto its head and slumps forward covering its button eyes.

"A stand." she mutters to herself, disappointment battling the awe in her voice before settling on something adjacent to excitement.

If she had to describe it in one word she would call it "Haphazard." The only thing binding the chaos was its uniform red hue that covered every inch of it.

The figure stands poised like a noble women. Its chin lifted, an "Above it all" expression cast eternally into its features.

Seren swallowed air. Despite her mixed emotions she could tell that her stand was special. And she had a good guess on what it could be.

And very luckily for her apparently the wandmaker had rescheduled their meeting so she now had plenty of spare time to experiment.

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Activating her metamorphmagus abilities Seren's form begins to shift. Her limbs elongate, her jaw sharpens and her eyes thin into a quiet glare.

Jotaro stares back once again.

Following her lead her stand moves, tossing the witches hat high into the air with a dramatic flourish. Its figure begins to unravel, moving like a river pathing towards the ocean.

The fine red thread slithered and twisted away, reforming into jagged, purple twine.

The new form surges. It punches its gloved fist forward with a loud, triumphant shout.

"OOORRRRAAAA"

Seren leans in scrutinizing every detail. Aside from the subtle thread texture and the red witches hat that sits perched atop its head it appears as a perfect replica of Star platinum.

She gives the stand a command.

"Grab the comb."

The stand moves, gliding across the room and retrieving it with mechanical precision.

Seren's form deflates like a balloon.

spinning the comb multiple times in her hand, she drags it through her hair. A black stand falls out, she watches as it sheds away revealing her true hair colour. Sky blue.

It had been several days since she had been caught sneaking out and she had been notified that the wandmaker would soon arrive at the orphanage.

She had split her days between either cleaning or practicing. 

During her practice Seren had managed to uncover something critical.

Her stand didn't listen to her unless she was copying another stand users appearance. But when she did she could perfectly mimic another's stand.

This was undoubtably a powerful ability with the sheer amount of overpowered stands in JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, the possibilities were near endless.

But an ability this powerful is bound to have restrictions.

She couldn't copy the stand abilities of people she didn't understand. 

She had learned this fact while attempting to copy Yoshikage Kira's stand Killer Queen. While she new Kira's reasons and motives perfectly she simply couldn't see from his point of view. Stands were manifestations of ones soul and Seren was simply unable to connect with the soul of a murderer.

But maybe, it was better like this.

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A loud voice chimes through the pipe in the wall interrupting Seren's Practice.

She knew what this meant.

The wandmaker had arrived. And with a wandmaker comes wands.