Bad Hair Day
Harry stared at his godfather in horrified shock. "Sirius? What did you do to your hair?"
Sirius had dyed his hair a dark shade of red, much to Harry's dismay. "What?" said Sirus. "Don't you like it? Now I look like a Weasley!"
"Yes?" said Arthur Weasley, thinking that someone had called him. He walked into the room and gaped at Sirius, frozen with astonishment. "Sirius, what in the name of eckeltricity did you do to your hair?"
Sirius ran his fingers through his hair self-consciously. "Why doesn't anybody like it? I was just going for some pizzazz!"
"Sirius, please dye it back to your natural color," Harry begged. "Please!"
"Well, if it makes you happy, I guess I'll do it." Sirius turned around and planned to enter the bathroom, when Hermione appeared. "Oh Sirius, you look positively ravishing! I knew that color would do your eyes justice!"
Harry stared at Hermione. "What are you talking about? Was this your idea?"
"Well of course it was. I'm his fashion consultant now!" Hermione took a close look at Harry. "Hmm... Harry, have you ever considered going blonde?"
Harry ran away. Far, far away.
"That godson of mine just doesn't know what's good for him," Sirius said sadly.