Well Here we are at the Salon, getting a fixing-up for Snapey. Hmm, I wonder what will happen. I need a beta reader, I've never used one but hey I could start if I had a volunteer... *seems to recall hearing that line somewhere* ah, Potter, Weasley, how about you? *Snape hears his line approaching* Weasley's wand causes devestation with the simplest spells. We'll be sending Potter to the hospital wing in a matchbox. Might I suggest blah blah blah blah noboby reads this.... Disclaimer I don't own the people alright on with the story.
Previously on Joe Millionaire...... Or no wait..... Snape Muggleaire.... No, wait..... Erm nevermind not funny:
He was now to journey to what the muggles called a salon, which must be another clothing shop.... Or something of that sort.
(you can tell I started this chapter a really long time ago, Joe Millionare? *shakes head at her own stupidity*)
Chapter 6 The Salon
Ding ding. (that's the noise a bell makes right?) Erin Opened a wooden door, Snape right behind. Inside were chairs and mirrors and shiny things. It looked like a torture chamber.
"What exactly-" Snape started to ask.
"Salon, or Barber shop, whatever you wish to call it." Said Erin, trying to find someone to help them. Snape waited for her to explain more, but she didn't so he urged her on.
"And that means....." he said, twirling his hands slowly back and forth. She looked up from something that she was reading, looking bewilderedly around.
"What..? Oh of course. You told me you were thinking of getting a hair cut? I thought that was your incentive for me to take you to get it cut." She said raising and lowering her eyebrows. Snape's lips tightened. Now he would have to get it done. Charles looked at him with pity. He hadn't said so, but Charles thought Snape's hair was rocking. Yes, Rocking. Indeed, Snape thought so too. Not Erin. Personally, she thought it to be grostesque. Oh well, thought Snape. It'll grow back... eventually. If Erin thought it was more muggle like, then he would do it. Charles..... Well, he didn't really count. He was some sort of half muggle. Soon Snape was being ushered to one of the torture chairs, struggling to free his wrist from the scary woman with hair that looked like a giant mushroom. He felt like he was on a new planet, everything was..... Well, new. To him it was, he felt like a complete idiot for one of the first times in his life. He finally understood the mind of a *gasp* muggle-born.
"Now, what will it be today?" Mushroom woman asked. Snape was speechless.
"Something low maintenance, much, much shorter." Erin said. Snape scowled. "But not too short." she added, after seeing the look on Snape's face.
"Very well. Right, tilt your head back love. Thaaats it." He glared at the oblivious woman as she turned on the water in the sink that his head now was resting in. she gave him a bit of a fright as the scalding water his his head, but it became soothing and somehow.... No. It was a horribly.... calming, experience. The mushroom woman took a green bottle from the shelf next to him. For a wild moment Snape thought it was a wiggenweld potion... But it was only this soap balderdash called, "Shampoo." What a strange name. To his horror she lathered it up and.....(are you ready for this?) started washing his hair with it! His eyes widened as he tried desperately to think of a plan out of this mess. the only thing he got, though, was a lot of shampoo in his eye. It burned like the cruciatus in his face as rubbed them furiously.
"Shampoo in your eyes dear? Here-" Mushroom lady handed him a tiny towel soaked in water to clean it out. This helped about as much as a skunk helps to make the highway a cleaner place. It did succeed, however, in drenching the front of his shirt as he sqeezed it furiously. he growled and threw it on the ground. Erin and Charles were in the corner doubled over in silent laughter. Sympathetically, Erin picked up the washcloth and re-soaked it. she rung it out slightly and handed it back him. Snape felt himiliated to be sitting there, drenched from head to, well, elbow, and being served by muggles. He took the cloth and rubbbed his eyes with it, trying to get into the corners.
"Alright, let's move on to this chair..." said mushroom woman. Snape sat up and stalked reluctantly to where she was standing. In her hands was a grey something that looked like a cloak. It most certainly was not, though. it was made of a noisy material and wasn't worn the same way, he found as the woman placed it around his neck, (cutting off his supply of air by doing this) and closing it with a snap. She now took a comb and began to work. As I'm sure that most of you have gotten a haircut in a salon, I'll skip the little details.
Soon the haircut was over and done with. She had set his head on fire with a device that blew fire-air but dried it quickly.
"Alright. How do you like it?" Mushroom Lady asked. He looked in the mirror to ponder this question. His hair was indeed, much shorter, but not too short. Unfortunately, it reminded him of the Potter look, but more neat. It was not his old hair, though, so he scowled.
"Simply, awesome." he said. The woman's giggles filled the air unpleasantly. He winced at the sound. She reached to unbutton the cloakish thing, but Snape held up a hand. His hands flew back and felt around to discover that he had no clue how to open it. He pulled with great force at the back of it, and it broke apart with a snappish-pop. *hey I didn't know how to describe it!* He tugged it off and handed it to the woman as though it were a prize winning science- er,- potions project. She exchanged looks with her colleague about this odd character in their salon. Erin smiled broadly as she looked at this new style. Charles looked at him with pity. Snape scowled and said, "Well I suppose that cost money to do... I can't really imagine why, but I'm sure it did...." Erin gave him a 'don't go there' sort of look, then paid the mushroom woman. Finally, they were out of the 'Salon.' Whatever was next, Snape could only guess.
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OK so that was interesting... Just wait till you see what they do when at home! heh heh heh.... ok so it isn't anything cliff hangable, but hey. Review because I need reviews to live.
Previously on Joe Millionaire...... Or no wait..... Snape Muggleaire.... No, wait..... Erm nevermind not funny:
He was now to journey to what the muggles called a salon, which must be another clothing shop.... Or something of that sort.
(you can tell I started this chapter a really long time ago, Joe Millionare? *shakes head at her own stupidity*)
Chapter 6 The Salon
Ding ding. (that's the noise a bell makes right?) Erin Opened a wooden door, Snape right behind. Inside were chairs and mirrors and shiny things. It looked like a torture chamber.
"What exactly-" Snape started to ask.
"Salon, or Barber shop, whatever you wish to call it." Said Erin, trying to find someone to help them. Snape waited for her to explain more, but she didn't so he urged her on.
"And that means....." he said, twirling his hands slowly back and forth. She looked up from something that she was reading, looking bewilderedly around.
"What..? Oh of course. You told me you were thinking of getting a hair cut? I thought that was your incentive for me to take you to get it cut." She said raising and lowering her eyebrows. Snape's lips tightened. Now he would have to get it done. Charles looked at him with pity. He hadn't said so, but Charles thought Snape's hair was rocking. Yes, Rocking. Indeed, Snape thought so too. Not Erin. Personally, she thought it to be grostesque. Oh well, thought Snape. It'll grow back... eventually. If Erin thought it was more muggle like, then he would do it. Charles..... Well, he didn't really count. He was some sort of half muggle. Soon Snape was being ushered to one of the torture chairs, struggling to free his wrist from the scary woman with hair that looked like a giant mushroom. He felt like he was on a new planet, everything was..... Well, new. To him it was, he felt like a complete idiot for one of the first times in his life. He finally understood the mind of a *gasp* muggle-born.
"Now, what will it be today?" Mushroom woman asked. Snape was speechless.
"Something low maintenance, much, much shorter." Erin said. Snape scowled. "But not too short." she added, after seeing the look on Snape's face.
"Very well. Right, tilt your head back love. Thaaats it." He glared at the oblivious woman as she turned on the water in the sink that his head now was resting in. she gave him a bit of a fright as the scalding water his his head, but it became soothing and somehow.... No. It was a horribly.... calming, experience. The mushroom woman took a green bottle from the shelf next to him. For a wild moment Snape thought it was a wiggenweld potion... But it was only this soap balderdash called, "Shampoo." What a strange name. To his horror she lathered it up and.....(are you ready for this?) started washing his hair with it! His eyes widened as he tried desperately to think of a plan out of this mess. the only thing he got, though, was a lot of shampoo in his eye. It burned like the cruciatus in his face as rubbed them furiously.
"Shampoo in your eyes dear? Here-" Mushroom lady handed him a tiny towel soaked in water to clean it out. This helped about as much as a skunk helps to make the highway a cleaner place. It did succeed, however, in drenching the front of his shirt as he sqeezed it furiously. he growled and threw it on the ground. Erin and Charles were in the corner doubled over in silent laughter. Sympathetically, Erin picked up the washcloth and re-soaked it. she rung it out slightly and handed it back him. Snape felt himiliated to be sitting there, drenched from head to, well, elbow, and being served by muggles. He took the cloth and rubbbed his eyes with it, trying to get into the corners.
"Alright, let's move on to this chair..." said mushroom woman. Snape sat up and stalked reluctantly to where she was standing. In her hands was a grey something that looked like a cloak. It most certainly was not, though. it was made of a noisy material and wasn't worn the same way, he found as the woman placed it around his neck, (cutting off his supply of air by doing this) and closing it with a snap. She now took a comb and began to work. As I'm sure that most of you have gotten a haircut in a salon, I'll skip the little details.
Soon the haircut was over and done with. She had set his head on fire with a device that blew fire-air but dried it quickly.
"Alright. How do you like it?" Mushroom Lady asked. He looked in the mirror to ponder this question. His hair was indeed, much shorter, but not too short. Unfortunately, it reminded him of the Potter look, but more neat. It was not his old hair, though, so he scowled.
"Simply, awesome." he said. The woman's giggles filled the air unpleasantly. He winced at the sound. She reached to unbutton the cloakish thing, but Snape held up a hand. His hands flew back and felt around to discover that he had no clue how to open it. He pulled with great force at the back of it, and it broke apart with a snappish-pop. *hey I didn't know how to describe it!* He tugged it off and handed it to the woman as though it were a prize winning science- er,- potions project. She exchanged looks with her colleague about this odd character in their salon. Erin smiled broadly as she looked at this new style. Charles looked at him with pity. Snape scowled and said, "Well I suppose that cost money to do... I can't really imagine why, but I'm sure it did...." Erin gave him a 'don't go there' sort of look, then paid the mushroom woman. Finally, they were out of the 'Salon.' Whatever was next, Snape could only guess.
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OK so that was interesting... Just wait till you see what they do when at home! heh heh heh.... ok so it isn't anything cliff hangable, but hey. Review because I need reviews to live.
