Standing in just his underwear in the bedroom, Jun stared at himself in the long mirror hung behind his door. Messy dark hair, brown eyes, and a skin complexion to match his mother's. Taking his wand, he swished away the concealment charm from his body. Multiple scars and permanent marks suddenly appeared on his pale skin. Each was a reminder of his bullying days he tried so hard to forget. His long, slender fingers traced the shape of one on his torso; recieving it from hopping over a metal gate. No one knew about them. They didn't need to know.