#malfoifinal

[evenbyanothername]

Hair-Razing Experience

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Rose stared at her reflection in the mirror, slightly more than horrified by what was staring back at her. She wasn’t typically one to be overly-critical of her appearance. She wasn’t Dominique or Victoire by any means, but she was certainly not anything offensive to look at. 

Not usually, anyway. At the moment, she looked like something out of a horror show. The hair that usually vexed her to no end was definitely all gone. Gone. Hacked away in sort of haphazard and slightly manic manor not thirty minutes ago. 

And now, she looked like a mad person. For sure. Completely mad. Her parents would have her full-on committed if they saw this.

There was really only one person who might be able to help her potentially. And so, with a shaking hand, she grabbed a piece of parchment, scrawled out her urgent request for assistance, and sent her owl, Diana, away towards Wiltshire.

[greensheepofthefamily]

Fashion Consultant

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“I still think this is ridiculous,” Albus muttered as he slid the dress robes over his head. “I would think that by now you would trust my fashion judgement.”

“I’ve been coming to the Boxing Day party for six years now. I’ve not turned up looking like an insane, half-naked, pattern-confused person yet,” he snorted, adjusting his collar a little bit. “I also don’t remember when I officially promoted you to my stylist.” 

Scorpius just loved clothes. Albus knew this. He knew that Scorpius didn’t really think that he was going to suddenly show up at Malfoy Manor looking like something that got caught in a storm drain. Still...

“Well?” he asked, turning around with a ridiculously dramatic flourish, “will I do?”

[tothemanorwed]

“The night sky is full of dead stars.” (malfoifinal)

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“Oh, my darling,” Narcissa said, perching delicately on the setee where her grandson had slumped. Slumped in an artful and graceful way, of course, but slumped nonetheless. “iam quite certain that, if you look closely, it really can’t be as bad as all that.”

Of course she knew all too well that, when you were an adolescent, it often was.

She reached one delicate hand out to smooth white-blonde hair from his face. It pained her so when any of her boys suffered.

“Why don’t you tell your grandmother what has you feeling such ennui, and I will have the elves make all of your favourites for dinner.”

She shrigged very lightly. “I recognize, of course, that it won’t make everything better, but I have found that the right meal can often be an excellent start.”

[evenbyanothername]

A House Divided

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This wasn’t right. It just wasn’t. Everything in Rose’s brain was screaming against the reality of where she was.

And yet, here she was in Ravenclaw Tower. The prefect had shown them into the common room, pointed in the direction of their First Year dormitory, and disappeared to talk with her friends. The others had practically skipped off to see their new bedroom, but Rose couldn’t. Not yet.

It wasn’t her dormitory, after all. Her dormitory was across the castle in Gryffindor tower. She knew it, her friends knew it, and her father certainly knew it... She was a Gryffindor. Everyone seemed to know it except for that wretched, thrice-bedamned piece of enchanted haberdashery.

And so, she sank onto the sofa nearest her and waited for someone to tell her that there had been some sort of a horrible mistake. The last thing that she expected was to see a somewhat familiar form already seated there with the same look on his face as she imagined she had on hers.

“Malfoy, right?” she asked, even though she already knew the answer.