A/N: I tried to write humor this time, but I don't know how it worked out. Again, for the HPFC Random Characters Challenge. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I own the wig. (And maybe the witch.)
Wig Matters
Mrs. Fleming's wig had gone missing.
The little old witch was watching Rubeus for the afternoon, though it was more like Rubeus was watching her. The nine year old stood at nearly six feet, and he spent his entire day helping the witch with her tasks.
She was wizened and small, so small that Rubeus had to crouch down to talk to her. Rubeus knew he was only there so his dad could keep track of him – and so that he could help her.
Mrs. Fleming's hair, however, was always a great contrast compared to the rest of her body. It was a bright yellow, and was piled on top of her head. Yet Rubeus hadn't always known it was a wig…
It was several months ago, when Rubeus was helping Mrs. Fleming back her infamous cakes. He was stirring up a batch, mixing in a few ingredients of his own, when her hair had caught fire.
At first, neither of them noticed, until it started to smoke. Rubeus had tried to put it out, but the witch simply took the wig off and tossed it into the sink. (Unfortunately, it accidentally landed on Rubeus's batter, turning it rock solid – later making it his recipe for rock cakes, minus the wig.) The boy had said nothing, and the witch didn't seem to notice.
"Rubby!" the witch said, looking around frantically. "I can't find my hair!" Rubeus chuckled, though he detested the nickname. Looking around, he found the wig sitting on top of a dresser. He was unsure of how it got there, but learned not to question the little old witch. Pulling it down with ease, he handed it to Mrs. Fleming.
"Oh, thank you Rubby," she said, smiling. "Now, how about we go into the kitchen and make some of those cakes you love?"