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REDS
Scorpius stared at her in silence. Was she ugly or weird? He couldn't yet decide. Olive skinned, she had bushy red hair, freckles all over her face and blue eyes behind a bunch of red eyelashes. How someone could live with red eyelashes, for Merlin's sake?
"My name is Scorpius Malfoy." He said.
"I am Rosalind Weasley, but people call me Rose." She answered behind her book.
He was going to say people called him Scorpius, but that was obvious so he decided to stay quiet.
"What are you thinking?" She asked out of the blue.
"Nothing" lied Scorpius. He was about to question her if she saw everything in orange.
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Victoire watched angrily as Theodore Lupin talked cheerfully with a few people of his year. How was possible that he was not banned from having that awful turquoise hair? He stood up and walked toward her. She instinctively waved her long cripper hair.
"Why don't you join us Vicky?" He asked her.
"I'd rather not. I can't stand your hair, you see"
"That's no problem" He told her with a smug smile.
"I can be whatever you like" said an exact replica of Victoire who was in the place that Theodore Lupin was occupying mere seconds before.
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Albus Severus Potter sighted with relief. So much trouble about being a Slytherin or Gryffindor, he thought he was going to explode. He really wanted to please his parents, but he didn't have a clue of what they wanted from him. It was a blessing he didn't have to worry about that anymore.
He sat in the Hufflepuff table while his new housemates made a fuss congratulating him and patting his red haired head.
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James stood in front of the large desk, waiting for the Headmistress. The big and circular room made him feel anxious. He started taping the floor with his shoes.
"Stop that" said a cold voice and James jumped in surprise.
"Who's there?" He squealed
"A former Headmaster" said the voice.
James relaxed. It was just one of the paintings.
"Silly boy" the voice spoke again
"Severus, don't be childish"
"Look at him! So young and already in trouble. He's like his father"
"But he's got Lily's hair…"
"Piss off, Dumbledore"
And the cold voice instantly became a snoring.
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I can't picture a Weasley who isn't redhead.