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Rue Potter and the Dewprism Stone

Costuming

"Here's your uniform, sir." A plump lady dumped a mass of black cloths into Valen's outstretched arms. He strode away importantly, looking quite Malfoy-ish, Mint mused. Her sister stood patiently in front of her, as straight as a Rod. Quite opposed to Mint. She had her arms crossed across her chest, tapping her right foot on the cement floor. She pushed a few sweaty bangs from her face as she watched bitterly her sister's face brake into a smile when she found out that she was elected Hermione. Curse her.

"What's your part, dear?" the woman smiled sweetly at her grimacing face.

"...Ginny Weasly..." the lady nodded and reached down into a cardboard box. Mint raised an eyebrow at a thought. If she was any fatter...

"Everyone's attention please! Sylvia and Artimis are sick..." ...so they got two other lucky people to sign up. Into the Princess's arms were placed an exceptionally ugly sweater and a Hogwarts uniform.

She stared at her script as she changed. Oh. Great. She was in love with Harry...or, more appropriately, Rue. There was then a loud knocking on her wooden door. "WHAT?!"

"Um...excuse me Miss. Your hair needs to be cut." Mint's jaw dropped. Cut her hair! "So...could you please go to the barber shop across the street? No need for bringing money...the expenses are all pre-paid." This was followed by retreating footsteps going left down the hall. Mint ran to the door and rushed out just in time to see a Japanese man turn a corner. Buttoning up the top of her green, fuzzy, sweater, mint started heading out. Procrastination wouldn't make her able to keep her long hair, anyway.

The barber's shop was filled with other performers. Valen was threatening to kill someone over him having to cut his "beautiful, perfect, hair". Mint rolled her eyes. He was even more vain than she thought. Mint was seated in one of the chairs, next to Ruenis and some albino girl. The hair stylists were trying desperately to gel down the boy's hair, which seemed to want to stick up. Well, at least the front. Finally, they had to just make a Malfoy with spiky hair. On the other side, the girl addressed as Karen was looking quite angry while people tried to smooth out this strange bump in her forehead.

"You want it un bumpy? Eh?" She gave them an evil smirk and, though Mint couldn't see what was happening, she could see the stylists go pale. The girl sitting next to Karen, a brunette lady in a black dress whom was getting her hair dyed a pearly white, was gaping at her.

"You...You look like Shiva!" Shiva??? Mint sat there confused for a second. Who...wait! Memories hit her. Shiva was that Hindu guy. But that meant...

"YOU HAVE THREE EYES?!" At Mint's scream of enlightenment, the whole building turned silent. Even Valen freed one of the workers from a strangling spell. Each eye from everyone, and Karen's three, were all fixed squarely on Mint.

"...Yes." Karen rolled her two normal, sideways eyes, her vertical one still staring at Mint accusingly. She tapped her fingers impatiently on the arm of her chair. "So?" Of all things to say...

"Nothing." Only freaks of nature literally have the third eye. Some magicians can have foresight but very few have that type of deformity!!! Mint saw the building slowly go back to life, and a man came with a pair of scissors. She glared angrily at the white tile floor, watching as locks of orange hair floated to the ground around her. The man left, and Mint bolted up, when yet another employee grabbed her arm, forcing her back into the chair.

"He is not finished, silly girl! You still have the dye and the gel to go!" Mint's eyes flashed open as she looked at the slightly foggy mirror in front of her. Dye? Gel? Pulling her fingers through her still-orange hair, she tried to imagine herself with blood-red hair that stuck to her head. Looking back at the other two, she saw Ruenis leaving, and a few thin women making Karen's newly blonde hair into bouncy curls. She looked back at her reflection, and the man dying her hair. There was only one word that could summarize such a situation.

"(Censored)"