Touch of color Pv Graci Laren

Graci was looking for Zoe, but she wasn't trying too hard. She'd already checked the ballroom, which Zoe had been in before, but no luck there. In all truth, Zoe was probably just reading in her common room, but Graci wanted to get out of hers.

The Abandoned Toilets was next on Graci's list, another place she had found Zoe lurking in.

Nope, just a girl with hair dye- Wait, a girl with hair dye?

Oh dear, I'm probably witnessing an act of preteen angst. "Hey, you need any help with that?" Graci didn't know why she was asking. She'd had little prior experience with hair dyeing, only having helped her mom cover up her grays.

Welp, too late now.

Graci further entered the room, plopping down on the floor next to this most likely startled girl and cocked her head to the side. She was very thankful to not be an introvert at that moment. If she had said that and was, she would be embarrassed for days. One of her many talents was rarely caring what people thought about her. Quite a useful skill to have in a world full of judging people.

Looking at this odd scene she got a song stuck in her head, Cut my hair by MICO. Techniacally this girl wasn't cutting her hair, but it reminded Graci of the song nonetheless.

~I wish I never cut my hair or called all night, never let you love the songs I like~

Reducio

1. word count: 250
2. thoughts
3. @Graci Laren
4. OOC note: sorry for the wait promise im trying to be more on top of things

Graci smiled at her, "Hi Kora by the way Kora Eliot, it's nice to meet you, too. I'm dad. Er, Graci, the dad jokes are getting to me, one too many letters from my father, I guess. What colour are we doing today? Red, purple... black?" Teen angst came in many colors.

Graci decided that not finding Zoe might not be that bad if she got a friend out of it.

"I've found that so called 'bad descisions' are rarely as bad as we think they'll be. Or not bad at all. Unless something tragic happens. Colouring your hair isn't tragic unless you only realized it was the wrong color at the last second."

Graci had thought about dyeing her white streak brown for a while, but could never bring herself to do it, What if it doesn't grow back white? She had come to the conclusion that she loved her white streak and would never dye it.

She traced patterns in the dust on the floor, and started to think back to London when she had asked her mum why she had it because the kids at school were calling her an old lady. "Oh honey, I don't know, but God made you this way and you should love it. I think you'll grow to cherish it when you're older, πολυαγαπημένος. Darling/Beloved/sweetheart"

She laughed at the dad joke not because it funny but because she had forgotten how much she missed them being away from home so long was different but it was also one of the best thing she had ever experienced.

"nice to meet you Gracie and i was planning going back to brown nit brown brown but like the light one you know maybe keep some of the blonde though i like it"

It was true she liked the blonde but then again brown as what she had originally she it couldn't hurt to see what she thinks about it now that she actually has something to compare it to. For a few weeks now all she could thin about was how she didn't really feel like herself anymore with blonde or that might have just been her being a but dramatic about it being a while since she had done something with her hair.

"I suppose your right but anyway before we do anything i need to ask what brings you to this bathroom of all places?"

The questions had been swirling around her head for a few minutes i mean why would anyone come here? well she came here but that was for a reason people don't just turn up to a grimy old bathroom for fun do they?

Graci was relived when Kora laughed at her joke. Awkward silence would've been unbearable.

"Brown is cool, I've never dared to dye my hair. Not till I'm older at least. And I think if you can execute it well that would be really cool, keeping some of the blonde in."

Graci was surprised to find that she didn't mind the lavatory all too much. It was actually pretty calm once you looked through all the grime and spiderwebs. Ish. It could definitely use some cleaning, and she wondered why, with all the wizards and witches here, no one bothered to clean it up.

"I was just walking around, looking for my sister. Though, it was probably fruitless, she's most likely curled up in her room reading. Or I just wasn't looking in the right places. I haven't seen her in a bit. Anyways... back to you. Have you died your hair many times?"

She wasn't quite sure why she was deflecting the conversation. Maybe it was because she was feeling guilty for not trying to find Zoe more. Maybe maybe maybe.

Ugh, being a twin is not for the faint of heart. Especially when you are sorted into different houses by a sentient hat that's probably decades old and caught some lice at one point. And sings? Sheesh, the hat doesn't have much going for it.

Kora studied Graci as she talked seeing the change in her when she mentioned her sister. Kora knew what it was like to have a sibling for her she was never living up to what her sister had achieved even if she was a witch and Hanna wasn’t.

She knew that it might be a little odd to others that a twelve year old was d colouring her hair it’s something older people do when trying to hide age or finding themselves.

“I’ve done this once before at school but my sister used to do it for me when I was back home she said it doesn’t matter how old you are just if it feels right”

Talking was one of those things that always seemed to control her sometimes words wouldn’t come out no matter how hard she tried and others they just wouldn’t stop there wasn’t an in between.

“So your sister old or younger ? Mines older she lived with her boyfriend now not sure what she does but she’s a muggle so I don’t know.”

Kora walked over to one of the only working sinks and turned it on before dunking her head underwing it wetting her hair.

Graci hugged her knees to her chest, cocking her head and looking at Kora. She really liked talking to her and it seemed they were both a bit curious about each other.

"She's my twin, actually. We came here together and she's in Hufflepuff. I thought the roles would be reversed. She much more sassy and brave than I am, and I don't think she's adjusting quite well. Then again, I haven't seen her much, which was why I was looking for her. I found her reading here once so I figured why not. But I assume much of her time is spent reading in her room or in the library."

Graci was slightly sad, thinking about Zoe. If they were in the same house everything would've been okay. They could have stayed together and been as they were before. But look at you now, Graci. How much better you feel in your own skin. How much more you talk to people. She was holding you back.

She didn't know how she felt about that nagging voice in her head. She knew it was right. She knew a lot of things were right that she wished weren't. But knowing something doesn't change how you feel about it.

Kora looked over at Graci her hair dripping down her face and onto her uniform she knew what it was like to have a sister but this was Clearly different twins in some cases were a lot closer together spending most of their life’s at each other’s sides through thick and thin and then at some point they slowly start to get their own life and it feels like a great loss. Kora moved closer to the girl sitting down beside her

“Things might be hard right now I don’t really know what your going through but I do know when my sister left home it felt like I was losing part of myself I’m not sure if you feel the same right now about your twin but I’m here if you need someone”

She stood making her way back to the mirror before she smiled.

“Now I might need some
Help with the back but for now you can just watch and talk if you want”

Kora reached for the brown hair dye favoring it over the blonde and started to open it taking everything out and discarding the instructions before carefully starting the process of coloring her hair.

Graci decided she liked Kora. Not for any particular reason, just because it was easier, and nicer in most cases, to be on good terms with someone than bad. She was also just a kind soul in general. Disliking someone was quite uncomfortable, if she was honest with herself.

"It's nice to know that someone is here. I just might have to take you up on that offer."

Graci hadn't ever really seen anyone dye their hair, her mom getting virtually non-existent greys covered, sure. But not full on dyeing. Well, there's a first time for everything, I suppose. A learning opportunity is what dad would call this.

"I mean, I don't have much to talk about but once I get started I don't really stop. Eventually, but it takes a while. So what do you want me to talk about? Books, home, my experience in Gryffindor, random history knowledge, painting, playing the trumpet. Anything, really. I don't want to be a bother, though."

She could yap on and on for hours about stuff... it was occasionally annoying but Zoe just put her earbuds in and read her book. Which hurt a little bit, but, hey, it is what it is.