Hey guys! I offered to do this in my Marauders pass notes fanfic, and someone reviewed saying to do it so here it is! I sneakily did this in English. I was supposed to be doing an exam but I'd already done it at home, and it was either this or reading chamber of secrets. Would have been fun either way. So folks, I enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy it too!

Dedicated to: I'll Drown In Fandoms. Thanks for requesting this.

Disclaimer: These are entirely pointless. Unless the author of the books are secretly writing fanfic of their own creation… now that's a thought. Anyway I own nothing but Pixie's hair dos.

Hogsmeade was a beautiful village. In winter especially, the snow fell in sprinkles of glitter laying itself on the thatched roofs of the shops. It was usually so peaceful. But not today. Today was the day that Hogwarts students, third year and above, were allowed out, free to roam.

So that was why hordes of students were fighting their way through the snow, chatting animatedly, about what they were going to do, who broke up with who, the typical teenagers. An especially loud group of students was four boys. Although still in their third year, they had each gotten more detentions than an average seventh year. These boys were the pranksters of the school. They were the marauders.

"I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait!" Sirius sang joyfully, jumping up and down like a maniac, making other people stare at him alarmed, as they walked past. Maybe they were considering taking him to the asylum. Remus sighed exasperated. Ever since Thursday in history of magic, Sirius had been planning a "glorious haircut" in his words or other variations. Sirius had always been very proud of his hair, and according to him, he conditioned it everyday, twice a day. But since History of magic he had been even more ecstatic about his hair, and had not stopped talking about the new "fabulous" haircut he was going to get. So the first stop Sirius wanted to make was Pixie's hair dos. And apparently he was ordering something special.

"Now James, you could be more supportive. This is a very big step for me. Do you know how hard it is to face your worst fear?" Sirius asked, apparently not knowing how ridiculous he sounded.

"Seriously? Your worst fear is haircuts? Are you kidding me?" James answered back, raising his eyebrows questioningly.

"Well, apart from custard toes, yes."

"Ok Sirius. What are "Custard toes?" Remus sighed. Sirius always came up with the weirdest things.

"Remus, you don't understand! I've had traumatising experiences!" Then he started to mock sob into James' shoulder, who proceeded to shove him off.

"I don't think I'll ask again." Remus muttered. Mentally he reminded himself to make sure Sirius never had cake for breakfast again. Where he got the cake Remus didn't know. Maybe he stole it from Peter. Or it could have been the house elves.

Once they got to the village, Sirius insisted they all accompanied him to the hairdressers. Apparently he needed their support to make it through this "Difficult time". All Remus really wanted to do, however was visit Honeydukes and buy his precious chocolate. Adding to the amount Sirius owed him. And possibly a Butterbeer in the Three broomsticks. What he really didn't want to do, was waste his time at the hairdressers. Remus didn't really like hairdressers. He had always found the décor bizarre. All those strange pictures on the walls, of women and men with the strangest hairstyles to date. Remus reckoned Sirius' new hairstyle would make it on "The wall".

Once they got to the hairdressers, Sirius suddenly stopped dramatically, causing Peter – the last member of the group- to walk in to him and then fall backwards into the snow. With help from Remus, he got up, brushing the snow of his legs, grumbling, while James and Sirius were doubled over laughing. It was obvious that Peter was just as annoyed about this as Remus was.

As soon as he recovered from his laughing fit (which took almost five minutes) Sirius stood up straight, his head held high, and spreading his arms wide as though trying to call the power of the wind. Then he took a deep breath. "Stop. Look around. History will be made here!" Sirius announced. Then he looked around briskly. "You'll get used to the smell."

So, without waiting for the other three, Sirius stepped up to the doors, and throwing them wide and entered the building, while the others scuttled in after him, letting out sighs of relief at the warmth of the place.

Remus had to admit, the décor wasn't as bad as he anticipated. The reception was a large room, with beautiful, calming white walls, which surprised Remus. He had expected them to be messy with colour, considering the amount of hair dye they used. There were several paintings of landscapes or people that had been stationed around the room on the immaculate walls. Remus noticed one painting depicting the village.

Across from them stood the Desk. You know the one, where the till is stored and all the money is kept. The desk itself was crystallised by a sheet of glass spotted with jewels. The side of the worktop was scattered with many magazines as well as paper and pens in a pot. Behind the desk stood a petite, stylised and neat woman, with blonde hair that shined, held in an elegant bun. When she saw the four boys, she straightened up from reading Witch weekly, and smiling, asked politely "Could I help you?"

So yeah. There you go! I was going to do it all in one but it was too much. So what do ya think? Review and tell me! Please? They make me go faster and I won't put up the next chapter til someone does. If you want to find out where the idea came from, read my Marauders pass notes fic and if you could check out my Jily witch doctor fic that would be brilliant!

The next thing I'm updating will be Marauders pass notes. Also if you want to know what "Custard toes" are, ask J20Billie1 and tell her Sarah sent you.

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