Another Start of Term Thread (OPEN!!!)

Nosy git. “First of all, my hair was only awesome before because it looked like fire. Otherwise it was nothing special,” Aoife pointed out. “I don’t know… I guess I’ve had red hair all my life, so I got sick of it.” Lie. “I like blue, so I picked that. There wasn’t much choice in the shop anyway.” Lie. “I’m cooler than all of you now because I’m so unique.” Sort of lie. She had really taken Matthew’s words to heart about fire hair and what it really meant to be unique. He was so smart and deep for eleven. Where was he? She should have paid more attention to the sorting. It didn’t look like he was a Gryffindor, shame. But at least her house was safe from his pyromania.

“No,” she admitted. “I’m way too hungry to waste effort coming up with good insults. It’s not like you did much better, anyway.” Surprise surprise, Seren had to go on about her hair and how it was nice and not frizzy and whatever. “Yep, whatever you say. I won’t pretend to care about your volume-y hair.” Hey, that sort of rhymed. Fun! “Suit yourself,” she shrugged, casually chucking her last haribo (a BEAR!) into the air and catching it in her mouth. Skillzzzzzz.

Then the girl was about to leave because of the sorting and she rolled her eyes when she stayed anyway. Silly girl. For some reason, she received a glare when she congratulated Derek, but she just shrugged innocently. All she’d done was be polite, what was so wrong with that? “Yes,” Aoife said, agreeing to the boy’s statement. “They are almost as cool as Gryffindor.” That was a lie, but it was so she didn’t hurt someone’s feelings so it was okay. “Actually, Hunter, my hair gives out a glow that makes people want to come and stare at it. I’m practically a VEELA now,” she grinned.