She hates, hates, hates the way she looks. "Too boring," she always complains, pulling at her dull brown hair.
And she changes. Pink one day, violet the next. Every shade of the rainbow passes through her hair. "Much better," she decides.
She hates, hates, hates the way she looks. "Everyone has long hair," she sighs, twirling her bubblegum locks with a scowl.
Once again, she changes. Shoulder length. A sleek, stylish bob. Finally, she settles for messy spikes. Maybe it's a look more suited for a boy, but Tonks likes to stand out. "Perfect."
She hates, hates, hates the way she looks. "Perhaps higher cheekbones," she muses. "A smaller nose, too. Fuller lips. I could-"
But Charlie cuts her off with a kiss, drowning her complaints. "You're beautiful," he mumbles.