edgar !
after almost seven years, eddie assumed he’d experienced MOST of what hogwarts (and its inhabitants) had to offer. he’d lent a shoulder to a crying fifth year girl after a party when he was in his second year, heard the whole student population roar with laughter at one of his jokes during a quidditch match, snuck out to watch the sunrise on more than one occasion, enjoyed several of the marauders’ pranks, had many, many late night deep conversations with the house elves, seen slughorn in just a bathrobe (don’t ask). but THIS? this was something he’d never seen before. he approached the individual in question with a mixture of curiosity and hesitancy. “are you okay?”
she lifted her finger, eyes bright with an unmistakable fire that burned hot enough to scorch anyone who dared say the wrong thing. “ shut up, eddie. do i look okay? ” with that same finger, she pointed to the darkened locks that cascaded from her head down to her shoulders. “ someone is fucking with me! LOOK! my hair ... is brown. ”













