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Simply Stylish Salon sits directly across the street from Honeydukes, bright and shining with a variety of different colours. The funky hair salon looks more to be built out of plastic than the usual wood and stone one would see down the street. Decked out with neon greens, blues, and oranges on the outside with a handful of fun decoration shapes such as stripes, triangles, and stars, this shop is anything but ordinary!
On the inside, you are immediately hit with wizard rock music playing through the shop as the yellows, reds, and orange colours and new assortment of flowing shapes, most notable of them all being the 'swirl', take your attention. A plush waiting area holds comfortable couches and a clear glass table that sits upon a fluffy rug that feels more like a cloud than anything. Hair styling magazines lay on the tables as oddly shaped shelves of products the store sells line the walls.
Text Cut: Inventory & Pricing
Men's Hair Cuts/Syles:
[]Dry Cuts: 1 galleon; 10 sickles
[]Wet Cuts: 2 galleons
[]Styling: 2 to 4 galleons [Depends on style and time] _________[Pictures will be accepted to fit desired style]
[]Coloring _____Natural colors: 2 galleons _____One tone vibrant [unnatural colors]: 2 galleons, 10 sickles _____Multiple colors: Price will vary
Women's Hair Cuts/Styles:
[]Dry cuts: 2 Galleons
[]Wet Cuts: 2 Galleons, 10 Sickles
[]Styling: 3 to 6 Galleons [Depends on style and time] _________[Pictures will be accepted to fit desired style]
[]Coloring _____Natural colors: 2 galleons, 5 sickles _____One tone vibrant [unnatural colors]: 3 galleons _____Multiple colors: Price will vary
[]Rapunzel-Rapunzel - 3 galleons _Let down your hair with this fantastic hair growth potion! One hundred drops per bottle! And just three will grow out your hair by two centimeters.
[]Silky Hair Potion - 1 galleon, 10 sickles _Turn your frizzy hair silky smooth in just seconds.
[]Monte's Hair Color Changing Potion - 2 galleons, 5 sickles _Don't have time to wait for the maginificant Monte Basso to do your' hair? Choose from all colors and shades, from chocolate brown to electric blue. If you can't find the color you want ask the shopkeeper for assistance.
[]Beard Growth and Strengthener Treatment - 1 galleon, 15 sickles _Tired of only growing stubble, or getting only 2 inches of whiskers? Well use Monte Basso's own formula and you will be tripping over your beard.
[]Just Hold It Hair Gel - 1 galleon _Need help keeping up that favorite hairstyle for more than five minutes? This lasting hair gel will surely not disappoint! Works up to 15 hours of satisfied style.
[]Simply Stylish Shampoo and Conditioner - 2 galleons Each _Monte's very own formula of shampoo and conditioner that will have your hands running through your hair non-stop! Helps with damaged and dry hair, is color friendly, and leaves hair soft and smooth while giving it that extra shine it needs.
Worrying at her lower lip and tugging gently on one ear, Winifred finally pushed the door to the salon open. She'd stood outside for longer than she would have expected herself to, all pseudo-confidence melting away when faced with the actual prospect of being here. Not here in Hogsmeade, of course - this wasn't her first visit, and she highly doubted it would be her last, given it was the best chance she had to see baby Astrid throughout the year. But being outside a salon that she'd never been to before?
Well, it had been a hard fought mental battle. You see, her eyebrows neeeded sorting. She knew there was barely any time until the Christmas break, but looking at them in the mirror everyday made her want to bring out her own tweezers - and she just knew that that would be a mistake. One wrong move and she'd end up like the girl in that old, Muggle book. The one with the cat called Angus, and a band with a stupid name. The Solid Daniels, or something. Either way, in the book the girl had plucked too much and had to even out the other brow, and the cycle had continued until she was practically drawing them on with pen. The thought was enough to make any self-respecting person shudder.
Her only issue was that Winifred had been seeing the same eyebrow person since she's started getting them done four years ago. And she wasn't sure she could trust someone knew. What if they got carried away? What if they just weren't as good? Everyone knew that eyebrows framed the face, defined it, even if they weren't conscious of this knowledge. And these nerves were the reason behind the indecision.
The reason behind her stepping into the shop? Catching sight of her eyebrows in her reflection in its window.
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Worrying at her lower lip and tugging gently on one ear, Winifred finally pushed the door to the salon open. She'd stood outside for longer than she would have expected herself to, all pseudo-confidence melting away when faced with the actual prospect of being here. Not here in Hogsmeade, of course - this wasn't her first visit, and she highly doubted it would be her last, given it was the best chance she had to see baby Astrid throughout the year. But being outside a salon that she'd never been to before?
Well, it had been a hard fought mental battle. You see, her eyebrows neeeded sorting. She knew there was barely any time until the Christmas break, but looking at them in the mirror everyday made her want to bring out her own tweezers - and she just knew that that would be a mistake. One wrong move and she'd end up like the girl in that old, Muggle book. The one with the cat called Angus, and a band with a stupid name. The Solid Daniels, or something. Either way, in the book the girl had plucked too much and had to even out the other brow, and the cycle had continued until she was practically drawing them on with pen. The thought was enough to make any self-respecting person shudder.
Her only issue was that Winifred had been seeing the same eyebrow person since she's started getting them done four years ago. And she wasn't sure she could trust someone knew. What if they got carried away? What if they just weren't as good? Everyone knew that eyebrows framed the face, defined it, even if they weren't conscious of this knowledge. And these nerves were the reason behind the indecision.
The reason behind her stepping into the shop? Catching sight of her eyebrows in her reflection in its window.
It was one of the things that had both disappointed mum and Aunt Joséphine as well as rather amused her cousin, but Sable Ileana generally didn’t think too much over her appearance. When she was younger, it hadn’t really been a big deal, but now there had been regular letters from the former duo reminding her that it wasn’t something she ought to let slide. And Sterling had occasionally added that even pirate queens took care of their appearance. Amusingly, she had taken that more to heart, even if she secretly did sometimes wish she was as pretty as mum and Aunt Joséphine were. Plus, there was the deep-down feeling that she needed to be prettier to get people to like her. The feeling that people liked Vera much better than her. That she wasn’t noticed, and it bothered her more than she wanted to admit.
Even if she thought Enzo would like her either way. If he even did.
Either way, that was what had brought her to the salon this trip into Hogsmeade. Annoying thoughts that she wasn’t enough. But even so, she was still only thinking of getting her hair trimmed a little. Baby steps. Or maybe she’d ask them what they thought.
Or maybe she could ask the girl who had stepped into the salon ahead of her. She recognized Winifred, of course. There wasn’t any reason she wouldn’t, but she also figured it was better not to make a big deal over their arrival at school. Or maybe they did, but she wasn’t apt to fawn over the musical connection and everything. Even if she knew.
“What’re you thinking of getting done?”, she asked instead, giving the other girl a grin. Unless she was just there to pick up supplies. It didn’t seem like that was what was happening
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It was one of the things that had both disappointed mum and Aunt Joséphine as well as rather amused her cousin, but Sable Ileana generally didn’t think too much over her appearance. When she was younger, it hadn’t really been a big deal, but now there had been regular letters from the former duo reminding her that it wasn’t something she ought to let slide. And Sterling had occasionally added that even pirate queens took care of their appearance. Amusingly, she had taken that more to heart, even if she secretly did sometimes wish she was as pretty as mum and Aunt Joséphine were. Plus, there was the deep-down feeling that she needed to be prettier to get people to like her. The feeling that people liked Vera much better than her. That she wasn’t noticed, and it bothered her more than she wanted to admit.
Even if she thought Enzo would like her either way. If he even did.
Either way, that was what had brought her to the salon this trip into Hogsmeade. Annoying thoughts that she wasn’t enough. But even so, she was still only thinking of getting her hair trimmed a little. Baby steps. Or maybe she’d ask them what they thought.
Or maybe she could ask the girl who had stepped into the salon ahead of her. She recognized Winifred, of course. There wasn’t any reason she wouldn’t, but she also figured it was better not to make a big deal over their arrival at school. Or maybe they did, but she wasn’t apt to fawn over the musical connection and everything. Even if she knew.
“What’re you thinking of getting done?”, she asked instead, giving the other girl a grin. Unless she was just there to pick up supplies. It didn’t seem like that was what was happening
Winifred had been sort of hoping she'd be able to get in and out without anyone spotting her, not really thinking about the fact that she'd been stood outside for much longer than anyone normally would. As it was, her heart dropped a little at the sound of the door opening once again behind her, though you wouldn't have been able to tell from her expression - as usual, it was one of poised happiness, carefully curated and perfected so that no one would be able to tell how she was really feeling.
Unless you were her family. She found that they saw through her pretty quickly. But luckily it wasn't them, and she smiled prettily at Sable Ileana as she asked the question. "My eyebrows. They need tidying up," she answered, as though she was completely unaffected by the fact that it looked like a CATERPILLAR HAD NESTED ABOVE HER EYES.
(It really wasn't that bad, but the insecurities were rampant). "What about you?"
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Etta was excited to continue exploring Hogsmead. Dressing appropriately for the cool weather she brought along her fellow friend and Slythie dormie, Bry. She was curious about the selection at the salon. Not wanting to change her hair at the moment, she was interested in the Simply Stylish and Conditioner.
Turning her attention to her dormie she smiled, ”What are you going to get?” Now that Etta thought about it, she was mentally questioning if she should have the ends of her hair trimmed. Etta gave herself a diy haircut recently and truthfully it wasn’t the most even cut. LOL. But the youngling was feeling her best regardless. ”Oooh! They have eyebrow waxing here.” She grinned. Shaping her eyebrows felt so grown up!
Uncharacteristically, Tam had found herself caring more about her appearance as of late. She figured maybe it was because more and more she was thinking about performances and being on stage and everything, but if she were to do some self reflection she probably also could have realized the more she thought about a certain someone, the more she looked at her own reflection and contemplated if her hair was pretty, or if her skin looked nice enough or or...
It was exhausting. And she was feeling a bit embarrassed at her own sudden vanity. And yet... that didn't stop her from going straight to the Simply Stylish Salon when the first Hogsmeade weekend rolled around. She liked the strawberry blonde of her hair, but she tended to wear it mid-length and she was curious to see how it would look longer. Also she had seen someone else say something about a hair potion for silkiness?
She figured at the very least it was worth checking out. Tugging her sage green scarf closer around her neck, Tam entered the shop and went straight towards the rows of potions, carefully picking one up to read about it before replacing it to move on to another.
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Originally Posted by Bumblebee
Etta was excited to continue exploring Hogsmead. Dressing appropriately for the cool weather she brought along her fellow friend and Slythie dormie, Bry. She was curious about the selection at the salon. Not wanting to change her hair at the moment, she was interested in the Simply Stylish and Conditioner.
Turning her attention to her dormie she smiled, ”What are you going to get?” Now that Etta thought about it, she was mentally questioning if she should have the ends of her hair trimmed. Etta gave herself a diy haircut recently and truthfully it wasn’t the most even cut. LOL. But the youngling was feeling her best regardless. ”Oooh! They have eyebrow waxing here.” She grinned. Shaping her eyebrows felt so grown up!
Exploring has always been a top level priority for Bryony. Even now at the age of almost thirteen she loved it. It didn't really matter for her what it was she was getting to explore, just that she was getting to move about rather than sit still. Which was something she wasn't doing right now, being still that is. Bry had skipped and bounced her way alongside Etta pretty much the entire time. She had ALLLLLLL the energy today!
"Ummm, I'm not really sure buuuuuut it would be super fun to color my hair! Maybe a color to match my nails or what I'm wearing or.. or just a really really fun color!" The small blonde giggled. "Eyebrow waxing? I've never done that before." Was it something the other girls their age were doing now?
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Exploring has always been a top level priority for Bryony. Even now at the age of almost thirteen she loved it. It didn't really matter for her what it was she was getting to explore, just that she was getting to move about rather than sit still. Which was something she wasn't doing right now, being still that is. Bry had skipped and bounced her way alongside Etta pretty much the entire time. She had ALLLLLLL the energy today!
"Ummm, I'm not really sure buuuuuut it would be super fun to color my hair! Maybe a color to match my nails or what I'm wearing or.. or just a really really fun color!" The small blonde giggled. "Eyebrow waxing? I've never done that before." Was it something the other girls their age were doing now?
Etta beamed at the mention of Bry dyeing her hair a fun color. In the youngling’s opinion, Bry would look amazing in any hair color! ”I think that’d be a splendid idea!” Personally, Etta would side with shades of lavender, ‘course the youngling still wasn’t feeling bold enough to rock a fun color in her hair yet. But as for the eyebrows, sign her up! ”Me neither, but I think it’d be really cool to try.” Albeit a little painful but that aside. ”My eyebrows need a little tlc.” She teased with a giggle.
A wild thought popped into the young Slytherin’s mind all of sudden and questioned if anyone else would be interested. Considering they were at a salon maybe use a little glam for a good cause. ”Have you ever been to a school dance?” Etta said with a bashful smile.
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Originally Posted by Chelliephone
Uncharacteristically, Tam had found herself caring more about her appearance as of late. She figured maybe it was because more and more she was thinking about performances and being on stage and everything, but if she were to do some self reflection she probably also could have realized the more she thought about a certain someone, the more she looked at her own reflection and contemplated if her hair was pretty, or if her skin looked nice enough or or...
It was exhausting. And she was feeling a bit embarrassed at her own sudden vanity. And yet... that didn't stop her from going straight to the Simply Stylish Salon when the first Hogsmeade weekend rolled around. She liked the strawberry blonde of her hair, but she tended to wear it mid-length and she was curious to see how it would look longer. Also she had seen someone else say something about a hair potion for silkiness?
She figured at the very least it was worth checking out. Tugging her sage green scarf closer around her neck, Tam entered the shop and went straight towards the rows of potions, carefully picking one up to read about it before replacing it to move on to another.
Any opportunity to get out of the castle was one that Beauden was going to take. Last term, his first at Hogwarts, he realized just how bad cabin fever was this time of the year. So, naturally, there was no hesitation from him to make the trek to the village for the day.
But, sadly, there was only so much a Gryffindor could do to keep themselves preoccupied. He was already acquainted with the Shrieking Shack; there were only so many butterbeers he could drink at the Three Broomsticks before getting sick; he was lacking funds for Zonko's purchases; and he had learned his lesson about exploring the back alley the hard way. So what was a growing boy to do?
Loiter. Until he was shooed out by the shopkeeper (again).
And flirt. Until he was shot down (again).
"You could give this a go," the fourth year's voice sounded, his New Zealander accent heavy. A random bottle (what it was, he had no clue -- reading, even if it was a few words on a label, was something he preferred not to do) was grabbed off one of the shelves and offered to the pretty girl he had just laid eyes on. "Though I don't think a pretty thing like you really needs it."
Any opportunity to get out of the castle was one that Beauden was going to take. Last term, his first at Hogwarts, he realized just how bad cabin fever was this time of the year. So, naturally, there was no hesitation from him to make the trek to the village for the day.
But, sadly, there was only so much a Gryffindor could do to keep themselves preoccupied. He was already acquainted with the Shrieking Shack; there were only so many butterbeers he could drink at the Three Broomsticks before getting sick; he was lacking funds for Zonko's purchases; and he had learned his lesson about exploring the back alley the hard way. So what was a growing boy to do?
Loiter. Until he was shooed out by the shopkeeper (again).
And flirt. Until he was shot down (again).
"You could give this a go," the fourth year's voice sounded, his New Zealander accent heavy. A random bottle (what it was, he had no clue -- reading, even if it was a few words on a label, was something he preferred not to do) was grabbed off one of the shelves and offered to the pretty girl he had just laid eyes on. "Though I don't think a pretty thing like you really needs it."
Tam had picked up a temporary hair color changing shampoo and was reading the back label with interest, one of her own strands of hair being curled around her finger absentmindedly as she did so. Again, she did like the natural color of her hair which was like a lighter shade than her mum's. But this was only a temporary shampoo and it would certainly be interesting to see what she looked like with something different. What if brunette was actually a good look for her? Or... maybe something even wild and fun could just be an interesting change for a day or so.
She'd probably pass it over, but it was just a thought so she figured the least she could do was read over how long the color change took effect and what sorts of colors were on the docket to be showcased. She was engrossed in what she was doing, to the point where it took her a moment to notice the boy near her age talking to her. Brown eyes looked over at him and she blinked slowly, before the words 'pretty thing' registered and she took one large step immediately backwards without a response.
She shouldn't stay in his way for whoever he'd been speaking to behind her, should she?
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Originally Posted by Bumblebee
Etta beamed at the mention of Bry dyeing her hair a fun color. In the youngling’s opinion, Bry would look amazing in any hair color! ”I think that’d be a splendid idea!” Personally, Etta would side with shades of lavender, ‘course the youngling still wasn’t feeling bold enough to rock a fun color in her hair yet. But as for the eyebrows, sign her up! ”Me neither, but I think it’d be really cool to try.” Albeit a little painful but that aside. ”My eyebrows need a little tlc.” She teased with a giggle.
A wild thought popped into the young Slytherin’s mind all of sudden and questioned if anyone else would be interested. Considering they were at a salon maybe use a little glam for a good cause. ”Have you ever been to a school dance?” Etta said with a bashful smile.
Now this was something Bry thrived on big time. Others being excited about something she was excited about too. "I think so too! Should I do pink? Or maybe a shade of purple or blue?!" Maybe even green? There were so many options that she could go with! This was going to be a bold striking statement even for her, what with her hair normally being blonde and all buuuuuut Bry was bold anyhow soooooo.
As for the whole eyebrow thing.. well why not? "You know what, maybe I'll give it a go too. I mean it's worth the experience, right?" That's what her mama and papa always told her and her siblings. She was sure they weren't talking about having her eyebrows done but she was going to count it anyhow.
Now, now. What was this? The young snakette's bright blue shone at the question her fellow dormie just asked. "Not unless you count the ones that were included in the activities during lessons or little things our professors have done for us." So nope, in others she had never gone to a true school dance with a band and all that fun stuff. "Do you like to dance?"
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Originally Posted by Chelliephone
Tam had picked up a temporary hair color changing shampoo and was reading the back label with interest, one of her own strands of hair being curled around her finger absentmindedly as she did so. Again, she did like the natural color of her hair which was like a lighter shade than her mum's. But this was only a temporary shampoo and it would certainly be interesting to see what she looked like with something different. What if brunette was actually a good look for her? Or... maybe something even wild and fun could just be an interesting change for a day or so.
She'd probably pass it over, but it was just a thought so she figured the least she could do was read over how long the color change took effect and what sorts of colors were on the docket to be showcased. She was engrossed in what she was doing, to the point where it took her a moment to notice the boy near her age talking to her. Brown eyes looked over at him and she blinked slowly, before the words 'pretty thing' registered and she took one large step immediately backwards without a response.
She shouldn't stay in his way for whoever he'd been speaking to behind her, should she?
A grin was plastered on his face, allowing that smile of his to work its charm. It did waver slightly, however, when he observed the slow blinking and the large step the girl had taken. That ... normally wasn't the reaction he typically received. Did his breath smell like dragon tartare or something?
Pushing that thought away (because he would remember eating something with a pungent smell), he had to rely on other conclusions. However, the only conclusion he landed on was that he and his dashing charm had left her speechless. He did have that effect on people, Beauden had to admit. Maybe he had come on a bit too strong with this one.
There was only one thing to do now: try again. This time a little more chill.
"Maybe not this one then." He placed the bottle back on the shelf, and his gaze shifted to the potion that the girl was holding. The bit of the label he could see from where he was standing appeared quite busy. "What d'you have there?"
A grin was plastered on his face, allowing that smile of his to work its charm. It did waver slightly, however, when he observed the slow blinking and the large step the girl had taken. That ... normally wasn't the reaction he typically received. Did his breath smell like dragon tartare or something?
Pushing that thought away (because he would remember eating something with a pungent smell), he had to rely on other conclusions. However, the only conclusion he landed on was that he and his dashing charm had left her speechless. He did have that effect on people, Beauden had to admit. Maybe he had come on a bit too strong with this one.
There was only one thing to do now: try again. This time a little more chill.
"Maybe not this one then." He placed the bottle back on the shelf, and his gaze shifted to the potion that the girl was holding. The bit of the label he could see from where he was standing appeared quite busy. "What d'you have there?"
Tam was fully content to ignore the boy now that she had sufficiently gotten out of his way on his way to… whomever it was that he’d spotted who had garnered his interest. But imagine her surprise when instead of walking past her or anything of the like, he’d simply replaced the bottle he was holding and then spoke again.
And this time, it was very obvious he was speaking to her.
One additional glance behind her shoulder juuust to make sure, and then Tam’s attention shifted to the boy. “Were you… speaking to me?” She’d already double checked twice, but it didn’t hurt to be triple sure before she made any sort of a fool of herself, right? Once the question registered, she glanced down at the bottle in her hand before showing it towards him. "Er, it’s a hair changing potion. Was this something you were interested in?” She offered it towards him, despite the additional bottles on the shelves in front of them.
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Originally Posted by Chelliephone
Tam was fully content to ignore the boy now that she had sufficiently gotten out of his way on his way to… whomever it was that he’d spotted who had garnered his interest. But imagine her surprise when instead of walking past her or anything of the like, he’d simply replaced the bottle he was holding and then spoke again.
And this time, it was very obvious he was speaking to her.
One additional glance behind her shoulder juuust to make sure, and then Tam’s attention shifted to the boy. “Were you… speaking to me?” She’d already double checked twice, but it didn’t hurt to be triple sure before she made any sort of a fool of herself, right? Once the question registered, she glanced down at the bottle in her hand before showing it towards him. "Er, it’s a hair changing potion. Was this something you were interested in?” She offered it towards him, despite the additional bottles on the shelves in front of them.
The additional glances he was receiving would likely have been interpreted as confusion from any other person. The cogs in his mind were doing no such thing, however. The burly blond was taking all of these looks as a sign that the girl in front of him was totally into him. It was obvious to him now that the babe in front of him was either a bit shy or maybe playing hard to get.
In true Gryffindor fashion, this was a challenge Beauden accepted. Especially since, in his mind, he was succeeding.
"Yeah," he responded nonchalantly. "I mean, I don't see anyone else around." Such a statement wasn't exactly true, considering there were people elsewhere around the shop. But the boy certainly had tunnel vision, so, for all he knew, they were the only two around.
A brow rose when the bottle of hair potion was offered. A hand reached out to grab hold of it, though it made contact primarily with the girl's hand instead of solely the bottle. "Hmm. Do you think this would be a good colour for me?"
The additional glances he was receiving would likely have been interpreted as confusion from any other person. The cogs in his mind were doing no such thing, however. The burly blond was taking all of these looks as a sign that the girl in front of him was totally into him. It was obvious to him now that the babe in front of him was either a bit shy or maybe playing hard to get.
In true Gryffindor fashion, this was a challenge Beauden accepted. Especially since, in his mind, he was succeeding.
"Yeah," he responded nonchalantly. "I mean, I don't see anyone else around." Such a statement wasn't exactly true, considering there were people elsewhere around the shop. But the boy certainly had tunnel vision, so, for all he knew, they were the only two around.
A brow rose when the bottle of hair potion was offered. A hand reached out to grab hold of it, though it made contact primarily with the girl's hand instead of solely the bottle. "Hmm. Do you think this would be a good colour for me?"
Had she known how the boy’s brain was working, Tam would have truly been impressed with that level of self confidence. Even if it was perhaps… not entirely accurate, it was still a marvel how assured he was in his own abilities. Or er… supposed abilities.
It was hard to keep her head from quirking to the side in question, as she glanced around again and caught sight of… at least 4 other people milling about the store, not including the staff who were required to be there too. But she supposed that was beside the point of why he approached her, even if she didn’t quite know what that point WAS. “Oh… I suppose you’re right.” She eventually stated, generously deciding to not point out the inaccuracy.
She glanced down at their hands when his touched hers. She wasn’t averse to human touch, though she certainly noticed the accidental brush didn’t make her feel nearly as tingly as when it would happen with Dynah, but she did wonder at how he hadn’t managed to avoid her. Perhaps he was one of those souls just a little bit starved of physical affection?
At his question, eyes shifted to the bright pink label before his face as her head tilted to the other side and she studied him. “Well… I think a darker color would probably look better. But if you really like this one, I think that’s good enough reason to go for it.” Clearly she was forgetting that SHE had initially been the one that had picked up that bottle for consideration.
She would have passed it over anyways. A pale blue would make her happy, though.
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Originally Posted by Chelliephone
Had she known how the boy’s brain was working, Tam would have truly been impressed with that level of self confidence. Even if it was perhaps… not entirely accurate, it was still a marvel how assured he was in his own abilities. Or er… supposed abilities.
It was hard to keep her head from quirking to the side in question, as she glanced around again and caught sight of… at least 4 other people milling about the store, not including the staff who were required to be there too. But she supposed that was beside the point of why he approached her, even if she didn’t quite know what that point WAS. “Oh… I suppose you’re right.” She eventually stated, generously deciding to not point out the inaccuracy.
She glanced down at their hands when his touched hers. She wasn’t averse to human touch, though she certainly noticed the accidental brush didn’t make her feel nearly as tingly as when it would happen with Dynah, but she did wonder at how he hadn’t managed to avoid her. Perhaps he was one of those souls just a little bit starved of physical affection?
At his question, eyes shifted to the bright pink label before his face as her head tilted to the other side and she studied him. “Well… I think a darker color would probably look better. But if you really like this one, I think that’s good enough reason to go for it.” Clearly she was forgetting that SHE had initially been the one that had picked up that bottle for consideration.
She would have passed it over anyways. A pale blue would make her happy, though.
It was probably a good thing that she didn't know how his brain worked or what was going on inside of it. Mind you, there generally wasn't a whole lot going on in there beyond what was currently happening. People that caught his attention fleetingly lived in there rent free. As for self-confidence, well, for him that was easy considering he didn't think much about anything. He just did things.
It was taking every fibre of his being to not let that charming smile of his turn into a smirk or allow his entire body to dissolve into a puddle of goo. She didn't pull her hand away. And now she was tilting her head and looking at him. All of these signs were telling him that the odds were very much in his favour.
If only the professors gave them points for moments like this. He'd be top of his year instead of ... well, Beauden didn't know where he stood in those rankings, and he quite frankly didn't care to know about that.
The present moment nearly made him forget that he was trying to make small talk over ... what was in the bottle again? Right, right, hair changing potion. It was at this moment the bright pink label actually registered. He had no qualms with such a colour or any colour really. Not that he was actually in the market for hair potions, he had to remind himself. "Darker, eh? What would you recommend?"
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The absolute best part of Hogsmeade weekends was the very real prospect of being able to see other members of the family, namely her sister. She loved her mothers dearly but there was something special about spending time with Ariadne, to the point that the first month after her graduation Aurora had sulked over ‘losing her sister’. She wouldn’t forgive her parents for having them so far apart.
It hadn’t long been the Christmas holidays but the fifth year was thrilled to have received the owl asking whether she wanted to hang out. Ari was a very busy woman with training to be an auror and everything so any monopolisation of her time was very much appreciated. The Ravenclaw had been maturing into a young woman and was starting to care more about the way she looked, the way that the light bounced off her blonde hair or her pearly white teeth dazzled whenever she smiled (which was a lot, obviously) so it was natural that the first thought she had as a meeting place would be in the salon.
Ari had their Mom’s model looks, the long limbs and the perfect bone structure and so her advice was always the first that Aurora longed for when it came to this sort of thing. Today in particular her hair was frizzing up in places it never had before and it was really becoming tiresome trying to smooth it down all the time. She arrived first (amazing really considering her poor timekeeping, or rather her ability to become distracted by anything and everything) and so waited outside the door, wrapping her scarf tighter around her neck to keep out the winter chill.
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The absolute best part of Hogsmeade weekends was the very real prospect of being able to see other members of the family, namely her sister. She loved her mothers dearly but there was something special about spending time with Ariadne, to the point that the first month after her graduation Aurora had sulked over ‘losing her sister’. She wouldn’t forgive her parents for having them so far apart.
It hadn’t long been the Christmas holidays but the fifth year was thrilled to have received the owl asking whether she wanted to hang out. Ari was a very busy woman with training to be an auror and everything so any monopolisation of her time was very much appreciated. The Ravenclaw had been maturing into a young woman and was starting to care more about the way she looked, the way that the light bounced off her blonde hair or her pearly white teeth dazzled whenever she smiled (which was a lot, obviously) so it was natural that the first thought she had as a meeting place would be in the salon.
Ari had their Mom’s model looks, the long limbs and the perfect bone structure and so her advice was always the first that Aurora longed for when it came to this sort of thing. Today in particular her hair was frizzing up in places it never had before and it was really becoming tiresome trying to smooth it down all the time. She arrived first (amazing really considering her poor timekeeping, or rather her ability to become distracted by anything and everything) and so waited outside the door, wrapping her scarf tighter around her neck to keep out the winter chill.
A perk about working, or at least training, with the Ministry is that Ariadne had her weekends to herself. It wasn't like in other businesses that needed to be operational even through Saturdays and Sundays. Which meant that, whenever there were incoming Hogsmeade weekends, she already had a visit penciled into her schedule. Ari did not have particular sentimental feelings about the school — it was just a school, like Beauxbatons had been, where she had to learn and prove that she was smart enough — save for the people she'd met. On top of that, while Rora was still a student, Ari pretty much still had to care about it at the very least.
But also, the request to meet up by the salon had been an interesting surprise. Ari didn't realise Rora was due a haircut, or a manicure or whatever, but she wasn't going to judge. She would never judge her own sister. Perhaps it would be another cute sister bonding moment, which Ari was always up for.
Avoiding the middle of the high street and any potential collisions from running kids, Ari threaded through the crowd as swiftly as she can towards the salon. She didn't think she'd know anyone else who was a student here, anyway, so she didn't waste time to scan the crowd and exchange pleasantries with an acquaintance. Spotting Rora, Ari's face broke into a grin as she closed the distance between her and her sister. "Hi there, little miss," the older blond greeted, already opening her arms for a nice sisterly hug.
Did Rora grow a few centimeters again? Ari needed to know.
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There wasn’t a particular service that the fifteen-year-old was after, it was more of a generic search for lotions and potions that could assist her with the minor crisis she was having over herself. Her convoluted thoughts were that if she could better her appearance then maybe, just maybe, someone might be ‘interested’ in her and she might feel a little more.. normal.
..but those were thoughts for another day. Right now she was more excited about seeing her sister to allow anything negative to cloud her vision. “Ari!” The fifth year beamed, bouncing over towards her before she even had the chance to approach. She buried her way into the YATI’s arms, surprising herself that the height difference had been closed further by a well-timed growth spurt. Aurora had resigned herself that she would always be shorter than the rest of her family but she wasn’t so pixie sized anymore.
“Come with me” She linked her arm in with Ariadne’s and gently pulled her into the salon. “I need your advice.” She ALWAYS needed her advice but this was the type that she could only gain from her older sister.
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There wasn’t a particular service that the fifteen-year-old was after, it was more of a generic search for lotions and potions that could assist her with the minor crisis she was having over herself. Her convoluted thoughts were that if she could better her appearance then maybe, just maybe, someone might be ‘interested’ in her and she might feel a little more.. normal.
..but those were thoughts for another day. Right now she was more excited about seeing her sister to allow anything negative to cloud her vision. “Ari!” The fifth year beamed, bouncing over towards her before she even had the chance to approach. She buried her way into the YATI’s arms, surprising herself that the height difference had been closed further by a well-timed growth spurt. Aurora had resigned herself that she would always be shorter than the rest of her family but she wasn’t so pixie sized anymore.
“Come with me” She linked her arm in with Ariadne’s and gently pulled her into the salon. “I need your advice.” She ALWAYS needed her advice but this was the type that she could only gain from her older sister.
Whatever it is that Rora's dilemma needed helpful sisterly advice in, Ari was more than willing to be of service to her not-so-little sister. Though she is quite suspicious about the kind of crisis it was, there wasn't anything the eldest Ackerly wouldn't do for Rora — well, and Ander, too, she supposed. But what's a one-year-old got to need style assistance for?
Oh, dear, her younger sister had grown taller, and that had surprised Ari too. "I might have to take it back. You're not a little miss anymore," Ari teased as she gave Rora a soft squish before properly letting her go to pat on Rora's head.
"Well, why else do you think I'm here?" When Rora called, Ari always answered. She wondered if she had to steel herself for whatever revelation she was to hear from the younger blond. Fifth year was... certainly a time for such things. Ari would know. She'd been a fifth year herself — and, Merlin, was that an experience. "Spill." The former Ravenclaw then gently kicked the door shut behind her when they both were inside the shop.
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Technically in comparison to the rest of the family, Aurora was still pretty little but she HAD grown somewhat in recent months and it was assisting with the whole ‘I want to be tall and beautiful like my mums’ thing she had going on at one point. “I’ll always be little to you” she retorted. Not just in height but in age too, she was the youngest sibling until quite recently. “And that’s okay, if I wasn’t the little sister who would I turn to for guidance?” If Ariadne hadn’t got her life completely together (in Rora’s opinion anyway), she might’ve felt a little sorry for her not having an older sibling for advice. But Ari was a YATI in a steady relationship and with an effortlessly cool, calm and collected personality that she could only dream of having.
She might have been a little disappointed to hear that the advice that Aurora needed today was trivial compared to the woes of fifth year. With exams rapidly approaching, the fifteen year old had barely spared a thought towards starting revision although she had been attempting to listen harder in lessons and had taken to writing notes in scented gel pens so that she was more likely to look back on them. The other woes, the whole relationship thing, was essentially non-existent. There was a part of her that was happy and content being who she was and another part which constantly compared herself to her seemingly more mature and emotionally advanced peers. It was needless and pointless to compare but these were the thoughts of a teenage girl.
“I need you to pick out some potions for me, so that my hair always looks nice.” For the times that she didn’t roll out of bed looking like a Disney princess, or where she didn’t want to braid her hair into the iconic pigtails that had been her staple for the first three years of Hogwarts. Or for after she’d spent hours in the stables tending to the horses or going for a stroll through the grounds in the middle of winter and come back looking like she’d been dragged through a hedge backwards.
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Technically in comparison to the rest of the family, Aurora was still pretty little but she HAD grown somewhat in recent months and it was assisting with the whole ‘I want to be tall and beautiful like my mums’ thing she had going on at one point. “I’ll always be little to you” she retorted. Not just in height but in age too, she was the youngest sibling until quite recently. “And that’s okay, if I wasn’t the little sister who would I turn to for guidance?” If Ariadne hadn’t got her life completely together (in Rora’s opinion anyway), she might’ve felt a little sorry for her not having an older sibling for advice. But Ari was a YATI in a steady relationship and with an effortlessly cool, calm and collected personality that she could only dream of having.
She might have been a little disappointed to hear that the advice that Aurora needed today was trivial compared to the woes of fifth year. With exams rapidly approaching, the fifteen year old had barely spared a thought towards starting revision although she had been attempting to listen harder in lessons and had taken to writing notes in scented gel pens so that she was more likely to look back on them. The other woes, the whole relationship thing, was essentially non-existent. There was a part of her that was happy and content being who she was and another part which constantly compared herself to her seemingly more mature and emotionally advanced peers. It was needless and pointless to compare but these were the thoughts of a teenage girl.
“I need you to pick out some potions for me, so that my hair always looks nice.” For the times that she didn’t roll out of bed looking like a Disney princess, or where she didn’t want to braid her hair into the iconic pigtails that had been her staple for the first three years of Hogwarts. Or for after she’d spent hours in the stables tending to the horses or going for a stroll through the grounds in the middle of winter and come back looking like she’d been dragged through a hedge backwards.
"You're right, but you are growing taller." Ariadne just might have to get used to it. But, as Rora had said herself, she'd always be her younger sister. "Mm, not sure I enjoy the thought of you being anyone else's little sister, actually." The older blond had to tease. Suppose it is inevitable that maybe Rora knew an older student in school right now, whom she could trust and ask for quick advice from. Ari much preferred if Rora asked her directly, though — as her actual older sister, Ari only ever has Rora's best interest in mind — but it is a possibility, and Rora was growing up and making friends.
It's adorable that Rora thought of Ari as someone who had everything in her life together. Realistically, she didn't. Her medical past would be enough proof of it, and her therapist would corroborate. Things with Tommy weren't always smooth sailing, but they've been great lately. Auror training, it goes without saying, was also difficult. Have you seen her stack of modules at home? Mountainous! Not to mention those days when she felt so beaten and achey from the sparring and duelling practices.
Also, she would never think of fifth year struggles as trivial. Ari would know. Her fifth year had not, capital n-o-t, been a walk in the park. If it was a big deal to Rora, then it certainly was a big deal to Ari, hence why she was here to begin with.
"What's wrong with your hair? It's always nice." Ari responded, and she genuinely meant that. There were surely bad hair days, no doubt, but they had been quite blessed with some great genetics when it comes to hair. "You just have to maintain it. Aren't you using the pretty pink hair clips I got you last time?" Doing her due diligence as a good older sister, though, Ari did stretch an arm out to pick up the nearest hair product on display. Truthfully, she'd never shopped here for products before, but who knows they might find something worth purchasing.
...Well, Rora won't be needing this beard growth and strengthener treatment, for sure. What a collection.
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Aurora had close friends in the upper years but their existence would never diminish her need for her older sister. They were great for company but in the case of her best friend especially, the advice that Ariadne could give was likely required for the BOTH of them. “I’d never replace you anyway” she reassured her with a trademark beam.
Even training to be an Auror meant that Ari had her life together in her eyes. Perhaps she might’ve been looking at her sister through rose tinted glasses but let’s be honest, the fifth year looked at everything through a positive sunbeam. Ariadne was successful and brilliant and happy and being in her presence brought the younger Ackerly so much joy that she couldn’t possibly see her in any other way.
“Sometimes the Scottish air isn’t kind to it” she retorted, smoothing a thick strand down with her fingers and twirling it so it cascaded into a soft curl. “I do try to look after it but sometimes I’m so busy with school and clubs and friends that I just don’t have the time.” It was true that those occasions where her hair did look messy were few and far between but it didn’t mind they were non-existent. “Of course!” she assured her sister that any pretty hair accessories gifted to her were frequently in her possession, especially when dealing with mucky tasks like helping out in the school stables.
Her eyebrows (both of them, she did not possess the ability to control her eyebrows independently) shot up as she peered over her sister’s shoulder to read the label on the bottle she had picked up. “Not THAT kind of hair” she giggled. “Somehow I don’t think a beard would suit me.” She was sure that some people could pull it off but her petite bone structure and soft skin would not fare kindly to having a prickly bush on her face.
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Aurora had close friends in the upper years but their existence would never diminish her need for her older sister. They were great for company but in the case of her best friend especially, the advice that Ariadne could give was likely required for the BOTH of them. “I’d never replace you anyway” she reassured her with a trademark beam.
Even training to be an Auror meant that Ari had her life together in her eyes. Perhaps she might’ve been looking at her sister through rose tinted glasses but let’s be honest, the fifth year looked at everything through a positive sunbeam. Ariadne was successful and brilliant and happy and being in her presence brought the younger Ackerly so much joy that she couldn’t possibly see her in any other way.
“Sometimes the Scottish air isn’t kind to it” she retorted, smoothing a thick strand down with her fingers and twirling it so it cascaded into a soft curl. “I do try to look after it but sometimes I’m so busy with school and clubs and friends that I just don’t have the time.” It was true that those occasions where her hair did look messy were few and far between but it didn’t mind they were non-existent. “Of course!” she assured her sister that any pretty hair accessories gifted to her were frequently in her possession, especially when dealing with mucky tasks like helping out in the school stables.
Her eyebrows (both of them, she did not possess the ability to control her eyebrows independently) shot up as she peered over her sister’s shoulder to read the label on the bottle she had picked up. “Not THAT kind of hair” she giggled. “Somehow I don’t think a beard would suit me.” She was sure that some people could pull it off but her petite bone structure and soft skin would not fare kindly to having a prickly bush on her face.
Had Ariadne known her sisterly advice now would also extend to Rora's best friend, she'd have been a bit more cocky. But also, that's quite the pressure. Beauty products worked differently for everyone, you see, so what she knows would work for Rora might not for her best friend. "Phew, you had me worried for a moment," Ari joked, but made sure Rora knew she was only teasing by winking back at her.
Also, Rora being happy is all Ari could ever want for her sister. So if her presence did just that, then this was definitely a win-win situation in all ways possible.
Ari half smiled. She knew very well about how the Scottish weather could be. In fact, it had been the very first thing she noticed upon disembarking the Hogwarts Express for the first time, during the start of her fifth year. The difference had been quite striking, having come from the French school and environment. "Humid and icky these days, isn't it?" Yeah, Ari didn't really miss it, can't you tell? "But I get that. I have those days, too." And, well, Ari was better at dealing with them. Years of experience.
"What? You mean you're not actually growing a beard?" Ari couldn't help but let out a laugh as she replaced the product in its shelf display. No need for that. "This might help, though, for when you're on the run." The former Ravenclaw picked up a bottle of the Silky Hair Potion. Fifth year was hectic, so Ari thought something like this would be helpful. When you're running from class to class and attending to all those creatures and clubs, like how she assumed Rora was doing now that she was a fifth year, then this should do the trick. Besides, who didn't want silky smooth hair in just seconds? Sounded like quite the life saver on a bad hair day.
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Aurora was glad to share the perks that having an older sister came with just so long as the others knew that she would be the priority. “I hope that you wouldn’t replace me as a younger sister too,” she leaned into her side. It wouldn’t have mattered if Ariadne was serious about her relief of being replaced, Aurora wouldn’t dream of shattering the bond that the two sisters had.
Luckily for Ari’s desires, Aurora was perpetually happy even when she was not. A master at disguising her rare negative thoughts under a trademark grin.
It was a whole combination of things that affected her day and she supposed that she shouldn’t be holding such a high priority over her looks which ordinarily she didn’t but it was getting rather frustrating that one day she’d look like a princess awaking from a one-hundred year slumber and another day she’d look like she’d been fighting through the thorny forest that kept her concealed there. Perhaps that was a slight exaggeration but anything that made her mornings easier when she already knew she’d be running late because everything was so wonderfully distracting, was an advantage. “One minute it’s sunny and the next it is pouring down with rain. The weather really can’t make up its mind.” Which made their summer holidays in Greece even more appealing although they hadn’t been in the last couple of years. Maybe this summer would be the perfect opportunity to introduce Ander to their Mom’s second home.
She might not have been the best at biology but the Ravenclaw was pretty certain that she did not possess the ability to grow a beard of her own, nor was the idea an appealing one. “They seem a nuisance, like they’d be itchy on the skin.” Their Uncle Bradley had one and on the very rare occasion that the fifth year could wrestle a hug out of him, his beard had scratched her soft skin. Relieved that Ariadne put that potion down and picked up another, the fifteen year old rose up on her tiptoes to rest her chin upon her sister’s shoulder and read the label. “That sounds perfect!”
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