Ten: Mesmer
"Look at me, Artemis."
Holly placed her hands on her hips and tried to look imposing, her lacking height barely helping. When the Mud Boy did not so much as avert his eyes from his book, she blew a few obstructing strands of hair away from her face with an irritated huff. For a second, she thought she saw his eyes flicker up at her, which must've been a trick of light because he looked determined to be immovable.
"Are you angry at me for kicking you when you still had the Complex? Because if that's it, then I'm sorry. Still your fault though."
The youth remained silent, his eyes focused on the book he was perusing. Exasperated, Holly ran a hand through her newly grown hair. And again. And again.
"Cut your hair," said Artemis suddenly without looking up.
Holly was thrown off by this odd suggestion, making her hand freeze around her nape.
"What?" she asked, baffled.
Artemis glanced up to meet Holly's eyes and then returned his attention back to his disguised copy of the Book. "You look… less slovenly with your crew cut," he said somewhat stiffly, turning a page.
The elf stared at him, nonplussed. Shaking her head, she reached out for her helmet on the nearby desk, set it on her head, and hid behind the visor to contact Foaly about her return flight back to Haven. This made Artemis give a small sigh of relief.
Hair in motion is so complex it can mesmer a human brain.