That was interesting, how he changed his hair colour so quickly. Magic happened to be accepted here, unlike back in Asgard where the culture focused most on fighting. Loki thought of his mother who had taught him everything she knew about magic. His eyes narrowed slightly as he repressed grief. The Weird Sister had no reason to know about his deep personal loss.
Loki took in the comments about Slytherin and Gryffindor, respectively 'unpleasant' and 'reckless', using Myron as a distraction.
"Metamorphmagus," he repeated while adjusting one of the bronze-gold braces on his forearm. "Does that mean you can change more than your hair?"
He quirked a smile before using the power of illusion cast over himself. His dark hair looked as if it altered into a deep green complementing his coat colours.