sugar & spice

“Are you sure it was a second year and not a house elf?” Lucius inquired trying different ways to look at the haircut, but no matter what he did it seemed to make the visage worse on him.

“I am quite sure that it was a child and not a house elf. She’s in my house, I see her around a lot.” Anis shrugged, sending a pointed look in his direction.

Uriel paused and stared long at the haircut, lifting his hand to scratch against his skull. “Oi. Come here and I’ll blimey cut it.”

“You are not cutting my hair.” Anis said, taking a step back, lifting his hand up and pulling the bands out of her hair, it soon all fell down in a wavy mess. “It’s not that hard to take out.”

“It really doesn’t. In fact, I kind of want my hair to look like that.”

“I can always find that kid again and ask her do do yours like it?”

(¸.• ♛ → “Okay” The blonde looked at the brunette, looking very well at that hair, god that was awful “You look like a boy and honestly you should really get rid of that”

Anis nodded, reaching up and tugging on the bands and pins that kept it in place. “Lesson learned, don’t let children do hair.” she sighed, breaking one of the bands.

(¸.• ♛ → “You really want me to be blunt about it?” The blonde asked now looking up at the girl.

“Please, yes.” she nodded, pleading with her eyes for as much honesty as she could get. “Don’t sugar coat it. I’ll probably agree with you anyway.”

Aurora chewed down on her lip as she looked over at the other. She didn’t feel like laughing. But really, didn’t know what to do. Give some advice? Words could not help her anymore. “Uhm.. do you want me to lie?”

Anis sighed just at the expression that the other gave her. “No, I don’t. I’m not going to be hurt by what you say. I was the one who let a twelve year old do my hair with no care as to what she did.”

“Fourth year Slytherin with a need to prove a point I s’ppose.” He said with a shrug. “At least it stopped growing.” 

“Ah, yes. The fourth years truly are a whole different category of prats.” she sighed, though still chuckled. “That is a bonus. For now it just looks like a large caterpillar on your face. Can’t you like, shave it off or will it grow back?”

“A decent dork, at least? Right?” He said impatiently. “I din’t want to accept that I was hit by a hex.” 

“Yes, a decent dork. Hexed? Who hexed you?” she asked with a curious tilt of her head.