The Hair Tie
"Potter, you have got to be one of the most irritating assholes ever to exist." It was an overcast, rainy Sunday evening and once again the Gryffindor common room was experiencing a classic (if slightly more toned down than usual) Potter – Evans showdown. They were always entirely avoidable, always over such insignificant things, that it created rather a lot of entertainment for their fellow Gryffindors. James turned to face Lily.
"Well Evans, I fancied putting my hair in a different style," he ran hand through his hair "you don't approve?"
"I don't care what you do with your bloody hair Potter. Just get your own hair tie if you so desire, and give me mine back before I make you." Lily said viciously, her hands on her hips. A grin spread across James' face, "You'll make me will you? I don't get what you are so het up about anyway, your hair looks cute down, you should wear it like that more –" But James didn't get to finish, Lily had turned her wand on him and suddenly James' hair was yanked up into a tight bun. He stifled a yelp as Lily turned and stalked from the room, her fiery hair swishing behind her. The onlookers smirked and turned back to their lives, a few laughing at wolf whistling at James.
"Never mind mate," Sirius said to James "better luck next time. And don't try that hair style again, you know full well it would look better on me"