 urine trouble | Pat's Strong Confident Other Half | Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse
Everything was the same, okay? Everything.
Nearly.
As with almost every meal, the man arrived in the Great Hall in his usual fashion: his attire was casual, though a little smarter than usual, and his demeanour was that of a generally chill guy. You could say that almost nothing looked different about the man's appearance except for one, quite major, flaw: his hair, which was usually a dark brown, was now a dirty blonde.
Roderik Hirsch had gone blonde without his own consent.
Two words: Ariadne Grahn.
It had been quite a shock to emerge from the shower, dry his hair and look into the mirror to see someone completely different staring back at him. The hair made all the difference, you see. He wasn't usually concerned about his hair and simply let it flow the way it did but now? Now he was too scared to even look in a reflective surface, should he see the horrific blonde locks staring back at him.
And to think that the heart-shaped glasses had been bad enough.
Fine. It was fine. Whatever it was that the Seeker had put in his shampoo should wear off soon. It had to. If it didn't, he would scream need to pay another visit to that particular prankster. In the meantime, he was just going to act like everything was normal. Just pass along the table, shoot out a "Good evening," on the way and sit in his usual spot between Julien and Sora and pretend that nothing was wrong.
No Hirschy's kisses for you, Ariadne Grahn.
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