11 Oct 2019, 03:20
The Dying
Where: Sketty, Wales
What: Sleepover
When: Around 9pm on August 31st, 2019
Word Count: 1678
“Why can't you dye your hair the right way?” In the doorway behind Romilly stood her sister, who was giving her both a pleading and truly exasperated look. Her friends were over for the sleepover before the first day of school and Leslé hated when she did weird things.
But to Romilly it wasn't in the least annoying. “There's no right way. You either dye it or you don't, silly.” She was double checking that she had all the right stuff as the tub began to fill with water. She was wearing a bathing suit because she was going to lay in the water and let it color her hair that way. Although all the warnings said otherwise, she figured that it wouldn't be too much of a problem considering that they were muggle instructions, not wizard.
Leslé glared at her for a beat longer before sighing loudly. “I'm telling immediately if you leave a stain in the tub.” And then she slammed the door, all but destroying Romilly's ear drums.
The young witch gave herself a last look before turning the faucet over the tub. The water was clear at the moment but seconds later it would be a dark, bluish purple, her second favorite color.
Romilly grabbed the products, which was basically now a large container of the hair dye, conditioner, and other good stuff for her hair. As she poured the liquid into the water, watching the color swirl like ink, her eye caught on the near empty bottle of bubble bath and she figured it wouldn't hurt.
Ten seconds later she was neck deep in the water, her body stretched out comfortably. The only thing that bothered her was her neck, because she was hesitating to lower it into the darkened water. She'd colored her hair before but never like this. But the occasion called for it, a new beginning called 'going to a magical school full of magical kids and probably forgetting about them rude muggles back home'. The event was once in a lifetime but she took it religiously.
Biting her lip, Romilly quickly made the sign of the cross and dunked her head into the water. Bad idea. Her head smacked against the inside of the tub and she saw lights in the darkness behind her closed lids. Groaning with pain, she rushed back into a sitting position, rubbing the back of her head.
She was tempted to look at her reflection, relishing even the slightest change of color, but just as she began to climb out the tub the bathroom door burst open.
“What the heck!” Romilly was so surprised she flinched backwards, hard, causing water to splash out the tub. Again, her head hit a surface, but luckily not as painfully. But that wasn't even close to being on her mind: a boy who was definitely not her brother had came into the bathroom.
They both stared at each other, Romilly with her swimwear, dripping hair and this random male with his overly attractive looks. He had to be a friend of her brother's, who she guessed was considered handsome too because he always hung out with all the popular and good-looking kids. According to her constantly complaining—and jealous—sister.
Romilly was glad that she wasn't wearing the bathing suit she had originally chose, a frilly pink kid's bikini with Elmo on it, something she had since she was a child and was in no way going to give up. It was being washed so she wore instead the spidergirl one that was only slightly better, apparently. Usually she didn't care about impressing other's unless it had to do with chivalry, but this entire situation left her brain with only one thought that pranced around her head like rampant deer: He's cute. He's cute. He's cute. God, he's cute.
The boy didn't seem as bothered as she was. He merely glanced from her soaking wet hair to the purple water and then at the toilet, as if she were the problem. That made her nostrils flare.
All silly thoughts were cast away and fury suddenly flooded through her mind. “This room is occupied, in case you didn't have eyes,” she snapped.
The boy's eyebrows shot up but instead of getting angry, like she expected, like she hoped, his lips curved into a smile that could kill every female, magic and non-magic. Romilly had to force her face to stay irritated, which was annoyingly difficult.
“Occupied? I didn't know sea monsters had rights.”
“E-excuse me? This is my home!” She wanted to also add the fact that everyone had rights, no matter who or what they were, but for some reason she couldn't get out the words.
He laughed, leaning against the wall, blocking the only exit. She felt her face heat up; this was looking bad. “You're his baby sister, aye?” She didn't say anything but he continued anyway. “How old are you, ten?”
“Eleven,” she spat. She wanted to glare at him but she felt like his angelic looks would be too blinding. She stared with crossed arms at the wall before her, specifically the faucet. She wished she could use magic to shoot him away with the water but she did not feel like getting in trouble the night before the first day of school.
“Oh, a freshy, sweet! Fresh meat for the larder, I'd say. Though I don't know what he'd do with an Ursula—”
She whipped her head around. “ You're the monster! What boy comes into a girl in a bath tub and stays, watching her sit there like a...like a p-pervert.” She hated saying that word, it sounded so vile and wrong on her tongue but it felt true enough. And she hoped it annoyed him as much as he was annoying her.
“You should get out.“
But he did the direct opposite. Instead, this idiotic boy came closer, all the way until he was able to sit down on the edge of the tub, which he did like it was normal and trivial. If Romilly was in his place her legs would've knocked against each other so much she'd have broken them to bits.
A shiver went through her entire body and he noticed. He grinned and glanced at the water again, as if it would reach out and grabbed his crisp, name brand clothing. Romilly wish it would.
“You're disgusting.”
“No, I'm actually Brian, but I guess that sounds better. To a freshy.” She scoffed and reached for her comb, trying to calmly go through the tangles. Anything that would make his presence less noticable.
“So, I'm guessing you were trying to dye your hair? Or was it your entire body?”
“If I were trying to do that wouldn't I be naked?” This time it was his turn to turn red, and Romilly grinned like she had won a prize.
Brian cleared his throat and stood up quickly. She wondered if he were older than her brother, who was thirteen. This boy looked around sixteen, which is one reason why she couldn't figure out why he hadn't just ignored her eleven year old self and left the bathroom in the first place.
She watched him suspiciously as he darted towards the mirror, combing his fingers through his hair. She thought it was nice looking but she didn't say so. Instead she said, “You're the one who needs a bath, not me. Just look at that mop—”
“Your mouth is completely full of crap, isn't it? No wonder your brother avoids you.”
She gaped, first in shock but then her face contorted into anger. “How dare—my brother does not avoid me! You don't know nothing at all.”
“Says your grammar,” he chimed, heading out the doorway. Out of the force of her fury, Romilly made the door slam shut after him, incidentally hitting him hard in the bottom. She heard him fall on the other side and burst into laughter, even exaggerating it a little.
“Scumbag,” she muttered. He was beneath the realms of cutedom now, she could barely see what she had seen in a dumby like him. She wondered if that's how all sixteen year olds were.
She fusses over what had just happened for a little longer before getting out the tub, heading over to the sink. She closed her eyes, wishing half-heartedly, before opening them back up slowly.
Romilly was met with violet snakes. There was no other word for it, there were purple serpents coming from her head. Not literally, although she wouldn't be incredibly surprised if they boy had casted some sort of spell on her, but the locks of previously dark brown hair were now a blueish hue, more like indigo, and they strands swirled around her skin like they were slithering for prey, or her limbs.
She picked up a brush and began to brushing her hair. She realized a second too late that she should've washed her hair first.
After doing this, she let her hair air dry and she made funny faces at her reflection as the water emptied from the tub. She began cleaning up, wandering vaguely why her parents had allowed for both boys and girls to sleepover at their home, especially a bunch of them.
That boy was dumb, I hope the other ones at Hogwarts aren't even one percent as bad as him, or I'd die. Literally.
She smoothed down her hair, which had been cut for the big day tomorrow. She had bangs and short locks on the sides, the back of her hair flowing down her back like a river of violet. It stopped right at her hips but she'd style it into a high ponytail tomorrow so it wouldn't get in the way of her sight-seeing.
Romilly finished cleaning up and left the bathroom, turning off the light, not realizing that she'd left an incredibly large and blue stain inside the bathtub, big enough for her mother to scream bloody murder.
What: Sleepover
When: Around 9pm on August 31st, 2019
Word Count: 1678
“Why can't you dye your hair the right way?” In the doorway behind Romilly stood her sister, who was giving her both a pleading and truly exasperated look. Her friends were over for the sleepover before the first day of school and Leslé hated when she did weird things.
But to Romilly it wasn't in the least annoying. “There's no right way. You either dye it or you don't, silly.” She was double checking that she had all the right stuff as the tub began to fill with water. She was wearing a bathing suit because she was going to lay in the water and let it color her hair that way. Although all the warnings said otherwise, she figured that it wouldn't be too much of a problem considering that they were muggle instructions, not wizard.
Leslé glared at her for a beat longer before sighing loudly. “I'm telling immediately if you leave a stain in the tub.” And then she slammed the door, all but destroying Romilly's ear drums.
The young witch gave herself a last look before turning the faucet over the tub. The water was clear at the moment but seconds later it would be a dark, bluish purple, her second favorite color.
Romilly grabbed the products, which was basically now a large container of the hair dye, conditioner, and other good stuff for her hair. As she poured the liquid into the water, watching the color swirl like ink, her eye caught on the near empty bottle of bubble bath and she figured it wouldn't hurt.
Ten seconds later she was neck deep in the water, her body stretched out comfortably. The only thing that bothered her was her neck, because she was hesitating to lower it into the darkened water. She'd colored her hair before but never like this. But the occasion called for it, a new beginning called 'going to a magical school full of magical kids and probably forgetting about them rude muggles back home'. The event was once in a lifetime but she took it religiously.
Biting her lip, Romilly quickly made the sign of the cross and dunked her head into the water. Bad idea. Her head smacked against the inside of the tub and she saw lights in the darkness behind her closed lids. Groaning with pain, she rushed back into a sitting position, rubbing the back of her head.
She was tempted to look at her reflection, relishing even the slightest change of color, but just as she began to climb out the tub the bathroom door burst open.
“What the heck!” Romilly was so surprised she flinched backwards, hard, causing water to splash out the tub. Again, her head hit a surface, but luckily not as painfully. But that wasn't even close to being on her mind: a boy who was definitely not her brother had came into the bathroom.
They both stared at each other, Romilly with her swimwear, dripping hair and this random male with his overly attractive looks. He had to be a friend of her brother's, who she guessed was considered handsome too because he always hung out with all the popular and good-looking kids. According to her constantly complaining—and jealous—sister.
Romilly was glad that she wasn't wearing the bathing suit she had originally chose, a frilly pink kid's bikini with Elmo on it, something she had since she was a child and was in no way going to give up. It was being washed so she wore instead the spidergirl one that was only slightly better, apparently. Usually she didn't care about impressing other's unless it had to do with chivalry, but this entire situation left her brain with only one thought that pranced around her head like rampant deer: He's cute. He's cute. He's cute. God, he's cute.
The boy didn't seem as bothered as she was. He merely glanced from her soaking wet hair to the purple water and then at the toilet, as if she were the problem. That made her nostrils flare.
All silly thoughts were cast away and fury suddenly flooded through her mind. “This room is occupied, in case you didn't have eyes,” she snapped.
The boy's eyebrows shot up but instead of getting angry, like she expected, like she hoped, his lips curved into a smile that could kill every female, magic and non-magic. Romilly had to force her face to stay irritated, which was annoyingly difficult.
“Occupied? I didn't know sea monsters had rights.”
“E-excuse me? This is my home!” She wanted to also add the fact that everyone had rights, no matter who or what they were, but for some reason she couldn't get out the words.
He laughed, leaning against the wall, blocking the only exit. She felt her face heat up; this was looking bad. “You're his baby sister, aye?” She didn't say anything but he continued anyway. “How old are you, ten?”
“Eleven,” she spat. She wanted to glare at him but she felt like his angelic looks would be too blinding. She stared with crossed arms at the wall before her, specifically the faucet. She wished she could use magic to shoot him away with the water but she did not feel like getting in trouble the night before the first day of school.
“Oh, a freshy, sweet! Fresh meat for the larder, I'd say. Though I don't know what he'd do with an Ursula—”
She whipped her head around. “ You're the monster! What boy comes into a girl in a bath tub and stays, watching her sit there like a...like a p-pervert.” She hated saying that word, it sounded so vile and wrong on her tongue but it felt true enough. And she hoped it annoyed him as much as he was annoying her.
“You should get out.“
But he did the direct opposite. Instead, this idiotic boy came closer, all the way until he was able to sit down on the edge of the tub, which he did like it was normal and trivial. If Romilly was in his place her legs would've knocked against each other so much she'd have broken them to bits.
A shiver went through her entire body and he noticed. He grinned and glanced at the water again, as if it would reach out and grabbed his crisp, name brand clothing. Romilly wish it would.
“You're disgusting.”
“No, I'm actually Brian, but I guess that sounds better. To a freshy.” She scoffed and reached for her comb, trying to calmly go through the tangles. Anything that would make his presence less noticable.
“So, I'm guessing you were trying to dye your hair? Or was it your entire body?”
“If I were trying to do that wouldn't I be naked?” This time it was his turn to turn red, and Romilly grinned like she had won a prize.
Brian cleared his throat and stood up quickly. She wondered if he were older than her brother, who was thirteen. This boy looked around sixteen, which is one reason why she couldn't figure out why he hadn't just ignored her eleven year old self and left the bathroom in the first place.
She watched him suspiciously as he darted towards the mirror, combing his fingers through his hair. She thought it was nice looking but she didn't say so. Instead she said, “You're the one who needs a bath, not me. Just look at that mop—”
“Your mouth is completely full of crap, isn't it? No wonder your brother avoids you.”
She gaped, first in shock but then her face contorted into anger. “How dare—my brother does not avoid me! You don't know nothing at all.”
“Says your grammar,” he chimed, heading out the doorway. Out of the force of her fury, Romilly made the door slam shut after him, incidentally hitting him hard in the bottom. She heard him fall on the other side and burst into laughter, even exaggerating it a little.
“Scumbag,” she muttered. He was beneath the realms of cutedom now, she could barely see what she had seen in a dumby like him. She wondered if that's how all sixteen year olds were.
She fusses over what had just happened for a little longer before getting out the tub, heading over to the sink. She closed her eyes, wishing half-heartedly, before opening them back up slowly.
Romilly was met with violet snakes. There was no other word for it, there were purple serpents coming from her head. Not literally, although she wouldn't be incredibly surprised if they boy had casted some sort of spell on her, but the locks of previously dark brown hair were now a blueish hue, more like indigo, and they strands swirled around her skin like they were slithering for prey, or her limbs.
She picked up a brush and began to brushing her hair. She realized a second too late that she should've washed her hair first.
After doing this, she let her hair air dry and she made funny faces at her reflection as the water emptied from the tub. She began cleaning up, wandering vaguely why her parents had allowed for both boys and girls to sleepover at their home, especially a bunch of them.
That boy was dumb, I hope the other ones at Hogwarts aren't even one percent as bad as him, or I'd die. Literally.
She smoothed down her hair, which had been cut for the big day tomorrow. She had bangs and short locks on the sides, the back of her hair flowing down her back like a river of violet. It stopped right at her hips but she'd style it into a high ponytail tomorrow so it wouldn't get in the way of her sight-seeing.
Romilly finished cleaning up and left the bathroom, turning off the light, not realizing that she'd left an incredibly large and blue stain inside the bathtub, big enough for her mother to scream bloody murder.