A/N: This is partially to make up for not updating Holidays with the Marauders for so long (ff dot net was being evil to me/us). Something of a Mary-Sue, short oneshot, written by Turtle (see profile) at 1am awhile back. The whole long-hair thing may become a theme with future fics...shifty eyes.

Disclaimer: Everything except the nameless Sue and the plot belongs to JKR. Yep, everything else. Even our souls.

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My friends had been badgering me to wear more interesting hairstyles, rather than a single braid every day. At least they had stopped trying to convince me to wear my hair down. I decided to try some more interesting braids, then some buns (the hair kind) once I ran out of braid styles. It was a simple enough plan. I had no idea the problems it was going to cause.

The first day of Plan Wear-Hair-In-Different-Styles, I wore a single French braid. The next day I wore two. Real creative, huh? I didn't get any comments on my hair, until the one class we have with the Gryffindors; Charms.

"Hello, Madeline," an unfamiliar voice said. It was Remus Lupin, approaching my table. I was surprised he knew my name, though I really shouldn't have been. We've been in a class together for five years. "I like your hair. What do you call those braids?"

"They're French braids," I replied, more distantly than I wanted to sound.

"Oh, that's what they're called! They're really pretty, you know," he said.

"Thanks." He looked kind of dejected and wandered back to his friends. Oh well.

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The next time Charms rolled around, I was wearing a single Inside-out French braid.

"What do you call that one, Madeline? It looks like a French braid, only inside-out," asked Remus curiously.

"It's an Inside-out French braid," I said with a smirk. James Potter heard this exchange, and started laughing.

"Never thought you'd wind up sounding dumb, did you, mate?" he asked Remus through laughter. Professor Flitwick told him to be quiet.

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Remus only proceeded to sound stupid the next week.

"Those braids look like a French braid, only you made your hair into rope!"

"They're French Rope braids, Remus."

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The next time, he caught himself.

"I like how you wrapped your braid around your head. It looks like a crown of hair, very nice." I decided to remain silent.

"...It's called a crown braid, isn't it?" Remus asked sheepishly.

"Good job," I replied.

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Once I switched to buns, he fell back into a rut.

"Good day, Madeline. Wow, your bun looks like an infinity sign!"

"I believe that's why it's called an infinity bun." I was getting meaner. He sighed in defeat.

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The next week, I decided to take the over-the-top solution at solving this problem. I was going to wear my hair down for the first time ever at Hogwarts (excluding showering and re-braiding and all that good stuff.) You see, my hair is long enough to sit on. Wearing it down is not something to be taken lightly.

I had gotten so many compliments throughout the day, and was in such a euphoric mood, I was actually rather eager to hear what Remus was going to say today. He approached my table as usual, but instead of saying anything right away, he kind of cocked his head at me. Finally he spoke

"I think I like your hair better braided."

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A/N: That wasn't too bad, was it? Was it? WAS IT! Review then!

Author's Sister's Note: I take no responsibility for the shameless begging for reviews. All I did was edit the story.