Karen Davies

Do you see what I see?

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First Day, Term Two

 

Moaning Myrtle's bathroom was not a prime location to go when one needed to find a loo, but sometimes sacrifices just had to be made. Thankfully, the bathroom wasn't flooded this time, and Karen was able to pick her way through to the tune of the sobbing in 'her' stall and make it to one of the questionably named 'mirrors'.

 

Her hair was a mess. Tangled and charred, it was a wonder that all of it was still on her head, what with the explosion that had just melted her third cauldron that year. It was a good job that she had purchased a few extra before the start of that year just in case, but she didn't exactly have an extra head of hair to whip out when such things happened.

 

Pinching a section of particularly charred strands, Karen lifted them as she leaned closer to the mirror to get a better look. She emitted a groan and then started rummaging around in her bag for a pair of scissors. She didn't trust her wand work for this.

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Bryony wasn't completely happy about being back at school. She had gotten too used to doing nothing and wandering Oxford Street buying expensive things. Including her new iPhone, which she wasn't happy about leaving at home. She'd have to get onto Abby about trying to get it to work at Hogwarts.

 

She usually avoided this bathroom, out of fear of upsetting Myrtle, and getting splashed in urine. But for now she was pretty desperate for a pee. After she emerged, she had been fluffing at her hair, setting the heat added curls to wear they were supposed to be. It was then she noticed Karen beside her "Oh hey..."

 

She surveyed her, and pursed her lips as she took in the state Karen was in. She covered it by trying to concentrate on adjusting her liquid lipstick. But then pulled her wand out pointing it at Karen's hair "Want some assistance?" Bryony covered most of her own cosmetic needs with her wand. Only 1% of the time did things ever go wrong.

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Largely ignoring other people in the loo had become a habit for Karen, so she didn't particularly notice when another girl exited a stall and started primping in front of one of the other mirrors. It was only when she had successfully located her scissors and Bryony had greeted her that she looked up and recognized the girl.

 

"Oh, hey Bry," she greeted back, oblivious to the judging look she was being given. She looked back in the mirror, sighing as she took in the sight of her hair again, considering the offer. She grimaced. "Exactly what are you proposing to do?" she asked cautiously, looking down at the porcelain sink as she decided where to place her procured scissors. As she did so, though, a sudden movement on the mirror caught her eye. She looked back up quickly, but there was nothing there. Frowning, she looked behind her and around the bathroom, but there didn't seem to be anyone else in there except for her and Bryony. Must have been a trick of the light, she decided, or Myrtle changing stalls.

 

Realigning her attention to Bryony, she realized that she must have missed what the Slytherin had just said. "Sorry, um, what did you just say again?" she asked, sheepishly.

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Bryony frowned slightly, she had been watching Karen. But Karen had been watching something else. She pursed her lips, and raised an eyebrow, now Karen seemed distracted. She stood for a moment, before waving her hand in front of Karen's face "Yoohoo..." She probably should have been more careful of her wand, but she didn't think of stuff like that.

 

When Karen had come back to earth, she tilted her head to the side. While she studied her friends, her dark artificially curled hair fell over her shoulder. "I was going to tidy up all of..." She waved a finger in Karen's face again "...this" She probably could have been more sensitive about things, but now she was dirstracted.

 

She pouted again looking up to Karen, just slightly. "Are you ok K?"

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Oh, right.

 

Looking back in the mirror she considered what exactly 'tidying up' meant. Namely, would she be getting her hair chopped off? Her thoughts were interrupted, though, as Bryony seemed to catch on to her previous momentary distraction. Most people in her life had gotten used to her distracted interludes and figured she had gone off on some little inconsequential tangent and would be back to them momentarily. It was startling to have someone actually call attention to it. She collected herself quickly, though.

 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm all good. Thought I saw something, but it was just a trick of the light," she answered confidentally, batting away the question with her hand as she did so. "So what are we talking here," she brought the attention back to her much needed touch up. "You're not proposing cutting it all off, are you?" She happened to like her long hair. It made it so much easier to do cute hairdos.

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Bryony furrowed her brows, setting her wand down on the side of the sink, and beginning to play with her own hair now. It was honestly a lot better looking than Karen's at the minute, but then, she usually didn't hang out in the Potions classroom blowing things up. The worse Bryony's hair got was some dirt in her hair or on her face.

 

She rolled her eyes. Something was up, but for now she'd ignore it. Karen was distracted by something and she wasn't going to share it any time soon. "Well it wasn't in my plan..." She pursed her lips, surveying Karen again. "But a cut would probably suit you honestly. But for now, no..." She shrugged, smiling lightly now and reaching for her wand again "Just fix the singed hair I guess...maybe draw on some eyebrows..." She teased, smirking as she surveyed Karen again.

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Wrinkling her nose in disgust at the idea, Karen shook her head. "Definitely not," she countered, hands reaching up reflexively to her hair as if putting her hands on it would guard it from a savage cut. She looked back at the mirror, envisioning it all gone, and shook her head again, but was stopped mid shake as Bryony mentioned fixing the singed ends.

 

"Wait," she turned quickly towards the other girl, eyes wide, "you can do that? Restore singed ends?" How had she not known about this? The suggestion of drawing on eyebrows slipped past her as she clung to the thought of keeping her hair exactly as it was. "Show me!" she commanded, her excitement plain. If her ends could be fixed, all she would need was a little detangler, and that she kept in her bag at all times.

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She pondered for a moment before laughing quietly "Well sorry. I won't suggest any fashion tips anymore then.." She rolled her eyes, playing with Karen now. She was glad she had a friend like Karen. She got to have a bit of a laugh. 

 

Even if Karen was acting a little weird. She narrowed her eyes at Karen again. Once again Karen seemed distracted "what is up with you?" She waved a hand in front of her face. She was acting weirder and weirder.

 

And then she was back down to earth. She really didn't like that. Something was up and she couldn't put her finger on it. It made her uneasy. "Well...straight after the singing you could 'reparo' them.." She thought about it a little more, now drifting off to check herself in the mirror. Now she was the one distracted. "And if a little while after. You'll have to use the severing charm to take a tiny millimetre off of your hair. I do it to keep my split ends in check.." By now she was checking her own split ends. 

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"Oh," Karen deflated a little. So she would still need to clip off the ends. That sounded like a lot of work that Karen didn't want to do. She picked up a few of her ends and bent them up to eye level. Repairo could at least do a good job for now, if Bryony was right, and then maybe she would conscript the girl to do the millimeter severing. She definitely didn't trust herself to have the patience or the skill to do so fine a job.

 

"Alright then," she finally conceded, picking up the scissors she had dug out and dropping them back in her bag. "Style away - though, you know, just fixing. Not chopping," she quickly amended. She didn't fully trust the Slytherin not to make her hair into a bob or something similar after saying she thought it would look good on her. "Well, alright, maybe a little styling, but no shorter," she conceded again after seeing Bryony's look. She did like to do fun things with her hair. Maybe Bryony would be able to teach her a few new tricks. "And tell me what you're doing when you're doing it. For future reference."

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Bryony gave an excited squeal. This would be fun. She liked doing other peoples hair and make up. Even if it never looked as good on others as it did on her. Obviously. 

 

But she could still try make people look good. 

 

She started to circle Karen wondering what she could change up. She frowned slightly. She didn't have her curling iron, or large collection of make up. She would have to make do with what she had in her school bag;; a small amount of make she carried for touching up, a hair brush, and a couple of ties and bobby pins. 

 

After a few moments of elaborate work, Karen was a lot more done up than Bryony had first found her. And elaborate hair style. Heavy eye make up. But teaching was never Bryony's strong point, instead she just laughed quietly.  Awaiting Karen's reaction. 

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Karen examined the result. "Not too bad," she murmured, feeling around her new hairstyle, and then her watch chimed.

 

"Crap!" she looked down at it. "Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap," she continued to mutter as she slid tools into bags and handed the Slytherin hers.

 

"We're going to be late for charms!" She informed, and then went sprinting out the bathroom door, all shadows and looming dread flying off as she dashed down the corridors. Another day, another tardy, another blasted detention. There went her weekend.

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