To Sweetie Whiltedge's knowledge, she has never met a metamorphmagus. What would it be like to be able to change one's appearance at will? After all, that was what she was trying to accomplish in becoming an animagus. Besides the bragging rights of course. Would her brother had seen more value in her if she had been something special from birth? These would be questions she would ask herself upon realizing what the girl before her actually was.

Looking up as the girl spoke, Sweetie's eyes widened at the suddenly different change in hair color. "Oh my..." She mumbled as her first reaction. It took her a moment to register this in her mind. Such thoughts began to run through her head as the small smile had faded completely. "You're a... metamorphmagus, yes?" It was either that, or Sweetie was loosing her mind. The latter was a far more terrifying concept.