"Gods I wish we had curling irons."
"I know right? I'm this close to losing it if this stupid spell doesn't work?"
I pop my head in. "What are you guys talking about?"
Beatriz and Cameron lookup. The Third years had a Witch Weekly open in their laps and a muggle magazine in the other.
"We're trying to recreate this hairstyle," Beatriz points to a very curly updo, "but this stupid spell won't work."
Cameron nodded. "Witches have their own curling irons but…"
Yeah, no self-respecting Muggleborn woman would hold that torture device to their hair. Who cares if there are hair growth potions, no woman wanted to lose hair period.
"There are multiple ways to get nice curls," I soothe them. "Have you guys tried asking your parents for non-magical products?"
"Our roommates make fun of us! They say muggle stuff is primitive!"
I snort. "Trust me magicals need to put their faces under fire to make calls, muggles aren't primitive. But tell you what, you can use some of my products and try out your wacky hairstyles."
"Really? You'd let us do that?"
"Thank you so much, Emma."
"Relax you two. It's just girls helping girls."
/
The two were highly praised when they showed off their new hairstyle to the rest of the House.