 A Poop * k8 *
Ember positively BEAMED. "I Know--I've been told before---eccentric." But she didn't MIND that word at all--it DID describe her so perfectly. HEHEHEHE. She had been trying to let the woman go before her--since Ember STILL had no clue what she wanted, either.
Ooooh.
She wasn't a fan of this..forever deal. "Well." She thought for a moment. "Not REALLY forever. I wouldn't want to be a mother with this hair--" she smiled at her. Not that Ember had ANY plans of the sort ANY time soon--but yeah. She knew when she wanted to DEFINITELY be done with it. "Different maybe. My natural color is a staaaark contrast to this." She said as she waved her head around, shaking her hair.
"Please--order first--I'm still undecided--" she said as she stepped back from the line and bite at her fingernails. But these decisions were IMPORTANT. If you ordered the WRONG thing--Ember would just be regretful ALLLLLLLL day about it! She couldn't have THAT! "Have you ever BEEN here before?" she asked curiously, stepping closer to the woman again. "Oh--my name's Ember, by the way! Ember--from Level Four." And she was used to, by now, getting LOOKS from people when she said was Level Four. Ember had learned to ignore them because really--it WAAS the best level, and what REALLY did they know?!
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |