Treyen. Yes. The thirteen year-old boy, stepped inside this little shop because he knew that this was the number one shop in all London if someone wanted that extra-especial stuff for taking care of one's self. Number two if the Great Gilderoy had managed to get his line of hair care products going (which would've have expanded to other products too).

The boy in question seemed troubled, and decided to get to the counter for some information.

"Excuse me, I'm in need of help" he said, to the nearest shopkeeper, "You see, my hair was golden like the sun, and while it's still golden...it's not the same, see?" it was beginning to turn brownish and Treyen didn't like that, "So, I was wondering if there was something in store for me, like a clarifying shampoo or something?" he asked, because he really didn't want to die his hair, and he didn't want to try magic...what if his hair fell off? Exactly.