It was a vain attempt, really. His hair was a veritable disaster. Curls left and right, sticking up in all the wrong ways. More than usual today though. Simon wasn't one to devote too much time to his appearance. When he could get away with it, he usually just rolled out of bed and walked out the door. While changes of clothes were obviously necessary at a certain point, he never dealt with the golden mass of curls that was his hair. That was too much effort.
But today he was at the end of his rope. At breakfast, he had had enough. The umpteenth time his hand got stuck running through his hair, he whipped out his wand and jabbed it into the offending mop atop his head. Penny's shout of warning was lost to his cry of frustration, and with a resounding pop, all went silent in the dining hall.
Penny's hand immediately shot to her mouth, eyes wide in shock. Agatha looked almost offended, gaze to the side. The whole hall seemed to be holding its breath.
Well, something had to be different, right?
And that's when he heard sniggering behind him, from across the aisle, where Baz and his friends usually sat. With a scowl, he was about to turn around when the laughing was suddenly cut short, replaced with sounds of alarm. When he finally did turn around, he was greeted with an awfully strange sight, one that he was sure he'd never see again.
Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch had fainted dead away, face unwittingly acquainting itself with the dark mahogany of the table.
As the silence broke into hushed whispers, Simon could only watch as Dev and Niall hauled up his unconscious roommate and hurried out of the hall.
Huh.