turning red pv aurora

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Roro's hair is shoulder length with bangs, but brunette

A new routine. When the class was over, it was time for her to walk out and enter her new hangout spot where no one would question her for her well being. What a place to hide and cry. The abandoned toilet. As weird as it might sound, Aurora related her situation with the place. Both unwanted and deserted, just like what he, the one who must not be named, did to her in the calamitous tea party. She didn’t know one person could leave so many open wounds that were somehow stubborn enough to heal. A traitor of the relationship was him, or was it herself? Was it her fault for being too clingy, too passionate, or just too much in general? The neverending questions bombarded her every second, not knowing the time. It felt like death by a thousand cuts.

The cold tiles greet her warmly as if they saw an old friend. She talked to the walls about him to the point where they got bored all over again. They were the witness of her sadness and sorrow. But then she saw an uninvited figure trying to do something with her hair. Maybe she too was heartbroken, cutting your own hair was one of the many symptoms. “Great” she sighed to herself.

Just as she was about to enter one of the empty cubicles, that other girl was shrieking and dropping the scissors caused Aurora to flinch. “H-hi!” she waved at her awkwardly. From the dirty mirror’s reflection, it was clear that the hairstyle was not it. It was so awful the mirror would shatter. “N-new bangs style, I see?”

march 31, 2022.

Ivy hadn't even noticed the other girl entering the bathroom, but the awkward greeting had made her presence clear, leaving the Gryffindor feeling even more foolish and embarrassed. Grey eyes met brown in the mirror before she turned around to face her properly, gripping the edge of the sink with her hands. Before she could stop herself, words were spewing out of her mouth as she stumbled over her own sentences in a hurried attempt to explain the situation. "Merlin. I have no idea what just came over me - I just saw these scissors here and the next thing I knew I chopped off my hair, and what am I going to do-"

She stopped herself before she could embarrass herself further and turned back to look at herself in the mirror, grimacing at her reflection. God, it was truly a horrendous cut. Tears began to fill her eyes when the absurdity of the whole situation hit her, and despite herself, she started laughing. "I'm sorry," she said to the girl, through a giggle, "it's just such a bad haircut, I can't help but laugh at myself." Ivy wiped away the tears that had fallen and picked up the scissors again, studying the rest of her hair wistfully. "I guess I'll have to chop the rest of it off to match it." She ran a hand through her soft brown hair, wondering what she'd look like with shorter hair. For as long as she could remember, her hair had always been quite long. Ivy glanced over at the brunette behind her again. "What do you think?"

@aurora ranvier

Was she possessed by a spirit who died because they couldn’t be a great hairstylist so now they haunt people and ruin everyone’s hair? Maybe. Or was she just having too much on her head and acted based on impulsiveness? Possibly. It was clear the other girl was in distress. Aurora was no knight in shining armour, but of course, she’d at least try to help with the situation. “H-hey, it’s alright! We can fix it! I’ll help you fix it!”

As heartless as it might sound, somehow it felt relieving, knowing that someone other than her wasn’t particularly having the best life. She too was struggling with something Aurora didn’t know about. Boy problem or family feud, it didn’t matter. Still, seeing someone cried was not an easy thing. In fact, it was never easy. She was the type of person who absorbed other’s pain. She felt it deep as if she was the one in their misery especially in these dark days, her heart was as fragile as a fine crystal glassware. The tears on the red head’s cheek were enough to trigger her own.

By the time she turned around to glance at Aurora, the brunette was already a mess. A snotty teary mess, but quickly trying to hide it by wiping them off. A fruitless attempt, she was now sniffing as if she were having an allergy, looking up to prevent the tears from spilling over. “Y-yeah yeah u-uh” She stepped closer, pointed at the scissors that the desperate redhead used to create such a mess. “Why don’t you throw that scissors away and let me do the job.”

She felt it. Whatever was bothering the other girl must have broken her confidence. Like most angsty teenagers she knew, which was not much, the peak of heartbreak was cutting their own hair in front of a dirty mirror. Too bad technology doesn’t work at school, if it were, music would be blasting as they do the deeds. Girls stick with each other, and that was what she would do. “B-but first- are you okay? D-do you need a hug?” Aurora gave her a little pat on the shoulder whilst crying herself. She also needed a pat on the shoulder.

@Ivy Bellamy

march 31, 2022.

The girl's offer to help her was met with a grateful smile, but it would quickly fade into a look of concern when she noticed the tears on her face. "O-oh," Ivy stammered awkwardly, unsure what to do. Usually she was pretty good at comforting distraught people, but having been close to tears just moments ago, she wasn't in the best state of mind herself. "Are you alright? What's wrong?" Something had clearly happened to the girl, but she brushed it off quickly and restated her offer to help with the hair. Ivy nodded, and handed her the scissors. She knew better than to pry - it wasn't any of her business, and pushing someone to tell her the cause of their tears would do nothing but foster resentment and frustration.

Ivy smiled gently at her offer for a hug. She wasn't really a big hugger, but she could tell that this girl, whoever she was, definitely needed one, so she pulled her into a hug and patted her awkwardly on the back. "I'm alright," she said reassuringly. "It's just been a bit of a stressful week, and I'm very tired." 'Tired' didn't quite cover it, but there was no point in going into that right now. She needed to fix her hair, ASAP. "What's your name? I'm Ivy."

@aurora ranvier

She was caught crying. “S-sorry, the bathroom is very dusty” Though it was obvious, not in a million years would she admit the fact that she was indeed doing the thing the other girl thought she did. The dust was the one to blame even when it didn’t deserve it. It merely existed, and she had the audacity to point fingers at the poor dust.

A nice hug, a comforting one, sometimes just triggered more tears from spilling out. But she tried so hard not to cry in front of the possible new friend to the point where she looked constipated. “Ivy? Nice name! Like-” then it began, the performance of a lifetime, “-my house of stones, your ivy grows, and now I’m covered in youuu” She sang it, Ivy by Taylor Swift, her ultimate muggle idol. If one could describe how Aurora's little musical act went, it was awesome. Awesomely destructive. Singing was never her talent, so was the other musical ability. Even Taylor herself would delete the song from existence to forget the traumatic experience after hearing Aurora’s version.

To be frank, the previous statement was an exaggeration. It wasn’t that awful. Quite off pitch with an exaggerated tone in the word ‘ivy’, but not to the point where she would shake the nation and cause earthquakes and tornados everywhere. Ivy’s eardrum would be still intact and function as it was.

After she realised how awkward it was for her, exposing her out of tune voice, she cleared her throat and said, “Sorry, I’m Aurora, second year, Ravenclaw! Alright now it’s time to fix your hair! Do you have any style or colour you want or something?”

@Ivy Bellamy

march 31, 2022.

When the girl offered the excuse of a dusty bathroom, Ivy simply smiled and nodded understandingly. Obviously, the dust in the room was not the cause of her tears. It was the classic cover-up for crying. But she was hardly about to sit this girl down and therapize her for no reason; Ivy herself resented such people. So after the hug, she pretended to be very interested in the tile pattern of the bathroom floor for the next five seconds, to allow the girl some privacy to wipe her tears away and pull herself together.

But it was an effort and a half not to laugh a little at the younger girl's face as she tried not to cry, and even more effort not to let slip a giggle when she started singing. Ivy furrowed her brow slightly in confusion at the song. Her cousins had immersed her a little more into Muggle culture while she was in France, but she was hardly an expert. Still, she was certain she'd heard those lyrics somewhere. Serafina and Iris had an impressive collection of different records that they liked to play on the gramophone, and there was one female singer who they liked in particular. Taylor Smith or something like that. This girl's singing wasn't exactly the best, but the words had triggered a memory in her. "That's a Taylor Smith song, right?" she said knowledgeably, nodding her head wisely. "She's a great singer."

Ivy smiled at the girl's introduction and the reinstated offer to fix her hair. "Oh, thanks! Um. I don't really know, I wasn't planning a haircut anytime soon." She looked at the brown locks on the floor mournfully. "But I guess now that we're here, I might as well change it up. I've always wanted to try short hair."

@aurora ranvier

“S-smith?” Aurora watched Ivy, confounded with the unacceptable misremembering name. The redheaded girl was either not a muggleborn or not a swiftie because Smith was not Taylor’s last name, otherwise the fans would call themselves smithies. “No, it’s Swift with a W and yes SHE IS AN AMAZING SINGER!” Maybe there was a singer named Taylor Smith that she wasn’t aware of, in another universe perhaps? It was true that the Ravenclaw was a huge fan of Miss Tay Tay, queen of easter eggs. She absorbed the lyrics like they were her daily intake of food. Memorised them as if they were her favourite books and that said enough because Aurora was allegedly ‘allergic’ to those dusty covers with dull papers inside. Life in Hogwarts was way too dark and cloudy because she couldn’t listen to her favourite singer whenever she wanted to. It would be disappointing if she released her secret albums unannounced because Aurora wouldn’t be able to listen to it at midnight.

Speaking of Taylor Swift, there was a doppelganger in the school. She didn’t realise it at first, perhaps it was the blonde hair, or maybe it was the piercing eyes and red lipstick, the charm professor looked awfully similar to the singer. Not too much to the point where she thought she was the singer, but she could swear they could be sisters. “And If you think about it, she kind of looks like Professor Fresnel just a bit, don’t you think?” People said some people could look like each other even though they weren’t related. If there were people who look like Aurora, she’d declare a war. Whoever wins gets to keep the face. “You also look like someone I saw on the screen, but can’t remember who” Was it the hair, was it the face feature, she couldn’t quite grasp it. Though there was no way that Ivy was that person in that superhero movie, that’d be peculiar, right? “Oh, sorry for rambling, back to the hair, I’m not very good at hair cutting and stuff, usually my da- stepdad- do it for me but since he’s not here I use a spell” Ah yeah, the stepdad with the stress on the ‘step’. A love-hate relationship, he was kind and good at hair, but he was also terrible in her eyes because she said so.

She pulled out her wand and cast her signature spell that she knew all too well. “Crinus Muto”

Reducio

she did pretty well, but whatever you want the hair to be

@Ivy Bellamy