I OWN NOTHING. Let the silliness begin.
To start with, Glorfindel was naked. And in a forest. Since he was an elf, had read his fair share of Elfling!Character fanfiction stories, and had personal experience, Glorfindel concluded that elven nudity was a clear sign of being turned into, *gulp* a baby elf. "Oh, not again!" he moaned. Then he realized that he could stop being naked. By putting on the long, black and extremely ugly robes that were next to him. Sine Glorfindel was not completely stupid, he put them on. After he finished dressing, Glorfindel heard someone stomping loudly through the underbrush. It was unlike any Balrog he had ever encountered. In fact, the ghastly being was a giant.
"What 're yeh doin' here, Snape?" said the giant. "Who are you?" Stuttered Glorfindel."And why are you calling me that name?" "Because yer a professor. Professor Snape." "A professor where?" "Did yeh hit yer head? Yer a professor at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Yer name is Severus Snape. Course, it looks like yeh've finally got some since in yer head, you've changed yer hairdo back to the way it was. The one you got today is a little over th' top."
Glorfindel barely heard him, because he was trying to digest the situation.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, or to use a more correct figure of speach, back at the catstle, the Potions Master was not naked. He was fully clothed and fully mystified. People were gawking at him more than usual. His hair felt odd, and not in the usual greasy potions git way. He had a suspicion, and said suspicion came up several times, that he was sporting a mop, um, head of er, lovely blond curls.
A/N: What do you think? This will be the first chapter in a series of short stories (not drabbles) about hair problems. Please Review!