No, Potterverse is not mine. Oh lookie here! Two updates in one day? Well isn't this shiny! Also, that's a small hint to let you know there was a new update before this one so you don't go, "Wait, wait, wait! Did I miss something here?" So yeah. Without further ado and much thanks to all of you, here's the second update. Enjoy!
Harry considered himself a smart man. He planned on Hero's downfall to be easy. Dress code violation and fake mustaches. Easy as keeping a Flubberworm alive. …except for that one time in third year when his entire class killed them due to over feeding… Maybe he should've used pie as a metaphor, then again he was never good at baking. Harry shook his head and focused and casually dropped a fake mustache next to Hero's desk. Now he just had to wait for her and the class to come in.
What most considered the start of a bad day Cummings ignored and continued to look on the bright side. She was annoyingly optimistic like that. Like if she woke up by falling out of bed and getting a bloody nose, most girls would curse and be in a foul mood. Cummings was just happy that it caused her to wake up early enough to get the first shower which was not something common. Also, she happened to be fairly decent at healing spells. Granted she only knew one very basic one, which stopped cuts from bleeding, and she could get it right eighty percent of the time, the other twenty she just booked it to the Hospital Wing before she lost too much blood.
So when she saw the luscious handlebar mustache lying innocently on the floor next to her desk in Defense Against the Dark Arts she easily took it as a good sign. Without much thought Cummings sat down and plastered it to her face, a large smile that showed off her faint dimple appeared. Contently she stroked it. The simple joys in life.
"Cummings," Professor Rumbleroar called catching her attention as well as her fellow students. Those not in her house stared at her like she was a looney. "What's on your face?"
"It's a mustache, Cobra Commander." She replied easily, still petting the fake facial hair.
"You are aware of the dress code, right? You are not allowed to alter your uniform. I'll have to give you detention." He informed her looking grim, though there was a sparkle in his bottle green eyes that seemed to contradict it. Merlin, this was easy!
"Actually, according to the rules you're not allowed to alter the clothing of the uniform. I altered my face. Which is completely acceptable." She smiled. "Think of it as make up!"
"But it's a mustache." The professor pointed out. Cummings shrugged.
"Same difference."
"You're not going to take it off, are you?" He asked even though he already knew the answer. If possible, her smile widened as she sat there proudly showing off the mustache. Cummings had won this round. And it would be hours later at dinner that he'd spot Cummings eating her food quite contently still sporting the mustache.
