for tiggs, via flash fic tag
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It had started with blue hair. He wasn't sure why, but he had taken a liking to have blue hair, so he decided not to change it to any other color, unlike her usually did, switching it four times before breakfast. He claimed it made him look 'cool' and 'edgy'. He claimed it would make all the girls run to him.
(It didn't.)
It continued with accepting a cigarette from one of the Muggle boys he had befriended in the town him and his grandmother lived near. His grandmother freaked out when he came home, smelling like smoke. She accused him of doing exactly what he did, smoking with the Muggles. He denies it, but he still feels bad for lying to his grandmother.
(She was the one person he's ever felt bad because of.)
He started wearing eyeliner, next, taking tips from the Muggle boys. He applies it with a shaky hand at first, but quickly gets better at it, wearing it daily.
(It's not like it comes off at night, anyway.)
He rips his pants on purpose, which makes his grandmother mad. She wants to fix them, but he refuses and doesn't let her. After closing her eyes for a three count, she sighs and just tells him not to let his godfather's mother-in-law see.
(She would've been even worse.)
He gets his first piercing at age thirteen, and his grandmother freak out, telling him to take it out. He's not allowed to do something like that, she says, without her permission.
(He leaves it in.)
He gets a tattoo at the local parlor as soon as he's of age. He gets it on his arm, which is easy enough to hide from his grandmother, but she still finds out, hearing him sneak back into the house at night. She looks at his tattoo, a full moon, and purses her lips, slightly disappointed, but not rebuking him.
She realises why he got it.
(She always could figure him out, no matter what.)
