The Hoghairs School of hairdressing and wizardry was made completely out of
hair! Long green hairs swayed in the wind, the rims of all the windows were
made of scissors and Hairy could clearly see little brown creatures
scuttling around the "castle".
"What are they?!" Hairy exclaimed, pointing at the little creatures.
"Oh....well....because it's real hair, sometimes our castle gets...head lice!"
"Well they're bloody huge for head lice!"
"Yeh, well it's a magic school as well!"
When Hairy and Ron hopped off the train they were surrounded by people with the craziest, most absurd hairdos that Hairy had ever seen.
A girl with bright blonde hair, who had left the curlers in too long. One small 1st year whose voice hadn't even broken yet had a receding hair line and a beard as long as Dumbodore's. There was a group of triplets all with Elvis-inspired dos.
'Shame!' thought Hairy hypocritically as he saw a big beefy guy who embarrassingly had dozens of pretty pink curls!
They walked up the comb-lined paths, through the colossal gates of the castle. They were greeted by Hairgrid, the gameskeeper.
"Welcome to Hoghairs..." he started. Hairy wasn't really paying attention as he explained the school boundaries and mealtimes..etc, he was too busy watching his hair. It seemed to be cursed- every couple of seconds, you could notice a subtle change in his hair. It would suddenly change a deeper shade of green or grow larger or smaller. Hairy couldn't really distinguish what kind of hairstyle it was; more of a giant bush.
They proceeded into the "Grand Hall" where they were met by Dumbodore- he was completely covered in sky-blue hair making him look like a fluffy blue bunny rabbit.
"In turn the sorting Hat will place you into your house. Freggo-flippo-fri- dro...how the bloody hell d'you pronounce your name Mr. Fregoflappo?
The boy, who now resembled a fresh beetroot stood up gingerly and pronounced his weird name. "It's Fregofliapoerflafellret sir."
"Right, come on freggo, hurry up."
The boy tentatively placed the hat on his head. "Hippofluff!" it yelled immediately.
After a few shout of Hippofluff, Slytherinse, Maneclaw and Grifurdor, it was Hairy's turn to be judged. Hairy anticipated being put in Slytherinse; he was evil after all. "Hmm..." the hat was contemplating which house to put him in.
5 hours later, the hat had decided that it would not be Maneclaw. Another 5 hours later, everyone heard the deafening snore of the hat; he was asleep.
"Go to whichever house you want!" announced Dumbodore.
Hairy just followed Ron like a sheep into their sleeping quarters.
It was 4 in the morning, so everyone went to sleep.
"What are they?!" Hairy exclaimed, pointing at the little creatures.
"Oh....well....because it's real hair, sometimes our castle gets...head lice!"
"Well they're bloody huge for head lice!"
"Yeh, well it's a magic school as well!"
When Hairy and Ron hopped off the train they were surrounded by people with the craziest, most absurd hairdos that Hairy had ever seen.
A girl with bright blonde hair, who had left the curlers in too long. One small 1st year whose voice hadn't even broken yet had a receding hair line and a beard as long as Dumbodore's. There was a group of triplets all with Elvis-inspired dos.
'Shame!' thought Hairy hypocritically as he saw a big beefy guy who embarrassingly had dozens of pretty pink curls!
They walked up the comb-lined paths, through the colossal gates of the castle. They were greeted by Hairgrid, the gameskeeper.
"Welcome to Hoghairs..." he started. Hairy wasn't really paying attention as he explained the school boundaries and mealtimes..etc, he was too busy watching his hair. It seemed to be cursed- every couple of seconds, you could notice a subtle change in his hair. It would suddenly change a deeper shade of green or grow larger or smaller. Hairy couldn't really distinguish what kind of hairstyle it was; more of a giant bush.
They proceeded into the "Grand Hall" where they were met by Dumbodore- he was completely covered in sky-blue hair making him look like a fluffy blue bunny rabbit.
"In turn the sorting Hat will place you into your house. Freggo-flippo-fri- dro...how the bloody hell d'you pronounce your name Mr. Fregoflappo?
The boy, who now resembled a fresh beetroot stood up gingerly and pronounced his weird name. "It's Fregofliapoerflafellret sir."
"Right, come on freggo, hurry up."
The boy tentatively placed the hat on his head. "Hippofluff!" it yelled immediately.
After a few shout of Hippofluff, Slytherinse, Maneclaw and Grifurdor, it was Hairy's turn to be judged. Hairy anticipated being put in Slytherinse; he was evil after all. "Hmm..." the hat was contemplating which house to put him in.
5 hours later, the hat had decided that it would not be Maneclaw. Another 5 hours later, everyone heard the deafening snore of the hat; he was asleep.
"Go to whichever house you want!" announced Dumbodore.
Hairy just followed Ron like a sheep into their sleeping quarters.
It was 4 in the morning, so everyone went to sleep.
