Plaid
"Don't worry! It'll fade in a couple o' days," assured a very plump woman with astonishing bright green hair.
Hexed with some unknown curse, Tom Riddle's skin had begun to take on an odd complexion. He thought perhaps he was just getting ill, but when he went to the hospital wing, he was told that it was no illness, unless St. Mungo's had created a new sickness and had yet to inform the rest of the public.
"But I can't wait that long!"
"I'm afraid you'll have to. Why worry? Plaid's in!"
He groaned loudly and threw his hands up.
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