Helen as a blonde had been simply beautiful. Understated, underestimated.

He's made the same mistake when he'd first met her.

(Flashback)

He was walking down an especially long corridor after a day of classes, and Nikola felt somewhat exhausted.

He kept his eyes on the floor, and didn't notice anybody before he bumped into somebody full force, knocking them both down.

He lifted his head, groaning slightly, and shook himself like a cat.

He looked at the other person, seeing a blonde head of hair, and the only female at the collage, Miss Magnus.

He stood up and offered her a hand, 'Excuse me for my bad manners.' He said, bowing slightly.

She nodded curtly, accepting his hand.

'Thank you.' She said, surveying him, with the cool blue eyes he had seen earlier in the day.

He nodded, before asking impulsively, 'Do you want to take a walk with me?'

She nodded, walking forward.

He smirked, and ran to catch up with her.

'So how did you get into Oxford?' he asked, after a while.

She stared at him. 'Why?'

'You're a female.' He smirked. 'And you're blonde, a lethal combination.'

'Are you suggesting that blondes are stupid?' she hissed, stepping closer.

'No.' He smirked. 'If only,'

He never saw the punch coming.

(Flashback)

But he had to admit that Helen as a brunette was way better, she suited darker hair better than the lighter hair she had been born with.

Although, he had to admit that she had been quite anaesthetically pleasing when she had been on her seven year holiday, and she had died her then shorter hair a deep auburn.

He just liked her as a brunette, he decided eventually, It showed the colour of her eyes better.