Chapter 7: Haircut
"What the hell did they put in your hair Scorpius?" Al said as he tried to shampoo the goop out of Scorpius' hair.
"I have no idea."
"Finally!" Albus stepped back to gaze at the boy. He looked like a blond shitzu dog. His hair was sopping wet and hung down to his shoulders without the hair gel. It looked ridiculous. "No."
"No what?"
"Jeez, I think I'll have to take out the scissors."
"Scissors? Why-"
"Shut up." He held the boy's head back in the sink and began trimming his hair. The Slytherin boy's bathroom smelled strongly of shampoo.
"Hey! Stop!"
"No. You look ridiculous. It'll be much better after."
"Not if it looks like your hair!"
"My hair doesn't agree with anyone. It can't be tamed, ever."
"Oh Merlin, please just use a spell."
"My names Albus, not Merlin," He evened out the back, "and we haven't learned a spell like that yet. Plus, scissors are much easier to handle with actual fingers rather than a wand movement. I'll be less likely to cut an ear off."
"Ugh."
"Much better."
"I bet it looks worse."
"See for yourself."
"Do I have to?"
Albus shot him a glare.
"Fine."
Scorpius turned around to see his reflection in the mirror. His hair was short and spiked in the front. It was layered to show of his features and no longer slicked back elongating his forehead like Sage's face when Albus pet her head and pushed her ears back. The glow from the lake sneaked in from the stained glass window and the marble room
"Oh."
Albus smirked.
"It looks good..."
"What did you think I was going to do? Give you an afro?"
"Uh... thanks."
"Clean up the bathroom."
"What?"
"Clean up the bathroom, I cut your hair, so you clean up the mess."
"Why?"
"It's to pay me back."
"I hate you."
"You're welcome!"
Albus sighed as he took a look at the Slytherin common room. The glass wall was tinted green from the water facing behind it. It was nice to see the lake creatures swim by in the lake, but most of them were creepy. Creepy seemed to be the theme. The rock walls were dark grey and always cold to the touch even though the green-flamed fireplace was always flickering. Little skulls were strewn around every corner along with strange gadgets. Barely any lamps laid on any of the tables and the ones that did only let out a dim light. The only thing Albus really liked were the comfy beds. The sheets were silk and the bed-frames were silver and encrusted with emeralds. The pillows were light, but just stern enough to keep his head comfortable. His puffy white and brown cat Sage, would curl up in his arms purring softly in his ears. No wonder the Slytherin's always seem so grumpy in the mornings they never want to get out of bed.
He heard a sigh and Scorpius emerged from the bathroom, turning on his heels and heading up to bed. He could see a few girls staring Scorp's way with pink cheeks, giggling. One of them managed to speak. "When did you get the cute haircut Malfoy?"
"Just now. Potter did me a favor."
The girl went silent and her face turned into a scowl.
"Well, if you asked me I'd say you should stay away from that Potter kid. Nobody here will like you if you hang out with such a filthy blood traitor."
"I don't like being told what to do." He shot her such an icy gaze that she froze in her tracks. "Albus is my friend."
He turned swiftly and left the girl frozen in place.
It was the first time Scorpius called him Albus. Al couldn't help, but smile.
