August 24, after dinner, 8:55pm-
Back. Sorry it took so long, had to spend exactly eleven minutes, and thirty-one seconds trying to get a particularly tough piece of roasted, herb-stuffed chicken, with wild rice, and mashes potatoes on the side, out of my upper front teeth.
Now, where was I?
Oh, yes, I remember now. I was at the part after Gilderoy's six steps to a makeover success! Catchy phrase, isn't it?
Okay, so in accordance to step number one, I had to find out what was I disliked about myself. So, he had me make a list. (I like lists!)
Here was my list:
Category: Looks-
The shape of my face. Jealous, envious enemies of mine might call it slightly pug-dog shaped. I would call it, round, and it used to be sort of squished, but I outgrew that. My hair. It's rather lifeless, and sort of dead, dull, and quite ugly. But at least it's straight, not bushy, like some smart-ass Gryffindor chipmunks I could name. I know this is totally weird, but I absolutely hate my ankles. They're bony, and well...bony.
Category: Personality-
Well, I could probably list a whole bunch of things, but, since I'm a Slytherin, I do enjoy being evil, mean, sarcastic, rude, snobby, annoying, irritable, and all the other bad things you could possibly think about a person. But since I like that part of me, it doesn't count.
Category: Any other thing you happen to dislike-
The way I laugh. It's very shrill and horse like.
When I was done making the list, I handed it to Gilderoy, who read over
it, sometimes frowning, or going "Hmm..." or "Yes, I thought that..." or
making little notes on his pastel pink notepad.
I saw he was at the part about my personality, and he opened his mouth to
say something, but I interrupted him. "This is just to get Draco back.
All I want to do is look prettier than Blaise Zabini, get rid of my
laugh, and that's all. I'm not here to become some goody-two shoes, who's
kind to everybody. No, I'm here to win Draco Malfoy back, and that is
all. Do we understand each other?"
Gilderoy wisely nodded, and said nothing. Perhaps he has a radar for
detecting women who PMS, which is what I was most certainly doing at the
moment. But really, could you blame me?
He clapped his perfectly manicured hands together, and said, perkily, "
Well, let's get started then!"
I looked at him in disbelief. "We're getting started now? Right now?"
"Yes, we don't have much time to work after all. School starts in..."
Suddenly, a blank look replaced his perky one. Gilderoy focused hard on
the wall, completely silent.
"Uh... Gilderoy? Gilderoy?" I waved my hand in front of his face a couple
of times. Just as sudden as he had blanked out, he was back to himself
again.
"What? Oh, sorry...I got distracted there for a moment. As I was saying,
school starts in a week or two, so we don't have much time. Now, the
first thing on your list...the shape of your head...hmm..." He walked around
me. "Okay, you just need a different haircut, maybe to elongate your
face a little, lengthen your forehead, and minimize your cheekbones.
Let's go to my absolute favorite salon, Deurcroix and Domauix, they have
the best trims ever, and the décor is so gorgeous...very minimalist."
Before I could say or do anything, Gilderoy had grabbed me by my arm, and
out the door, on to the crowded London streets.
He pulled me across the street, and into a large, white building.
Gilderoy didn't even bother to make an appointment with the unsmiling
receptionist. Instead, he simply opened a small door and led me through.
For a second, I thought there was absolutely nothing in the room, because
it looked all white, and stuff. Then I realized that it was just because
everything was white- white furniture, white walls, white floors...and all
the same shade of white too!
"Jessabelle!" He yelled. "Jessabelle, love, are you here? It's
Gilderoy..."
A woman, who I assumed to be Jessabelle, came into the room. She was of
medium height, with long black hair, that was twisted into a complicated
up-do. Jessabelle was really quite pretty, except for her hideous
eyebrows. They were extremely thick, and extremely hairy. She allowed
herself to be kissed on both cheeks by Gilderoy, who was beaming.
"Pansy, I cannot tell you how lucky we are to have gotten Jessabelle
here. She is an absolute genius with hair, like um... Hermione Granger is
like a genius at learning stuff." Gilderoy gushed.
I scowled at the mention of the Mudblood. Gilderoy flashed a stunning
smile at me.
"Oh, I totally forgot, sweetie. Hermione Granger isn't your most
favorite person." He said, leading me to a white chair.
"That's the understatement of the year." I muttered, under my breath. I
wondered what Jessabelle, and her eyebrows were making out of this odd
conversation.
She simply raised those scary eyebrows at the strange analogy Gilderoy
made, but said nothing.
I was fascinated by her eyebrows...they were so horrifyingly large...I
decided to name them.
Erwina was the right eyebrow, and Francesco would be the left eyebrow.
Gilderoy was telling Jessabelle what kind of haircut he wanted for me.
I could hear snatches of their conversation. "Deep root conditioning...some of that tea tree oil combination rinse...I'm thinking long layers to elongate her face..." Gilderoy was saying, while Jessabelle was examining my hair, nodding intently. She pulled out her wand, muttered something under her breath, and out of nowhere, bubbles appeared on my head, massaged by an invisible being. The shampoo smelled of vanilla, and I closed my eyes, and relaxed. This was nice.
The bubbles were gone, I was leaned back, and somebody rinsed my hair, and then put some kind of green, creamy stuff in it, rubbing it vigorously into my scalp.
I glanced at Jessabelle out of the corner of my eye. She was lounged on a soft white couch, looking very bored, and occasionally flicking or directing her wand.
The rubbing has stopped; my head is slightly dried with a fluffy towel.
Jessabelle strides over. "Long layers?" She asks Gilderoy, who was busy in reading the new Witch Weekly, on which he was on the cover again, as a Best Smile Award Winner. He nodded.
I took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm ready." Shutting my eyes as tight as I could, I prayed that it would look good.
"So, why do you want a makeover? Gilderoy only brings us his clients." Said Jessabelle. I can hear the sounds of hair falling to the floor.
"I need to win Draco Malfoy back." Maybe I should just wear a neon sign hanging around my neck that says, "I'm doing all this because I have to win the love of my life back, Draco Malfoy." But, that would probably just mean another restraining order...
She suddenly sounds a lot more interested. "Draco Malfoy? But, he's one of our best customers! He comes here all the time."
"Really?"
"Yes! He has the best hair I've ever seen!" An angry noise from the corner where Gilderoy was reading could be heard. "I mean, second only to Gilderoy, of course..." She says, hastily.
I smile. Of course Draco has the best hair. He has the best everything...
"All done." Jessabelle says, interrupting my musings about Draco.
Biting my lip, I slowly open my eyes, and glance at my reflection in the mirror.
My mouth drops open in utter shock. Suddenly, my hair is silkier, straighter, making my face look longer, less round...and I have cheekbones!
My eyes seem bigger, my lips seem fuller, and my nose is less squished.
She is a miracle worker. I need to proclaim that to the world.
I let out an excited squeal. Gilderoy is beaming, and Jessabelle looks haughtily proud.
"Thank you! Oh, thank you! I look absolutely fabulous!" I jump up and hug Jessabelle, which is rather unlike me.
Gilderoy motions to the door. "Pansy, we'd better get going. Jessabelle, darling, you are as lovely as ever, thank you so much, love!" He kisses her twice on each cheek.
"Charge it to the Parkinson's Gringott's vault, number 802." I say, half way out the door before I stop, and realize something. "Jessabelle, are you by any chance related to Viktor Krum?"
Jessabelle smiles. "Yes, second cousin."
"Thought so." That's were the eyebrows came from...
Gilderoy eventually dragged me out of the salon, and made sure I Flooed home. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow at 10:00am sharp. Be here, we need to work on the next part of the list. Ciao, sweetie!"
So, I'm back in Parkinson Manor, and I'm extremely tired, so I think I'll go to bed. A makeover can be exhausting... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---
Back. Sorry it took so long, had to spend exactly eleven minutes, and thirty-one seconds trying to get a particularly tough piece of roasted, herb-stuffed chicken, with wild rice, and mashes potatoes on the side, out of my upper front teeth.
Now, where was I?
Oh, yes, I remember now. I was at the part after Gilderoy's six steps to a makeover success! Catchy phrase, isn't it?
Okay, so in accordance to step number one, I had to find out what was I disliked about myself. So, he had me make a list. (I like lists!)
Here was my list:
Category: Looks-
The shape of my face. Jealous, envious enemies of mine might call it slightly pug-dog shaped. I would call it, round, and it used to be sort of squished, but I outgrew that. My hair. It's rather lifeless, and sort of dead, dull, and quite ugly. But at least it's straight, not bushy, like some smart-ass Gryffindor chipmunks I could name. I know this is totally weird, but I absolutely hate my ankles. They're bony, and well...bony.
Category: Personality-
Well, I could probably list a whole bunch of things, but, since I'm a Slytherin, I do enjoy being evil, mean, sarcastic, rude, snobby, annoying, irritable, and all the other bad things you could possibly think about a person. But since I like that part of me, it doesn't count.
Category: Any other thing you happen to dislike-
The way I laugh. It's very shrill and horse like.
When I was done making the list, I handed it to Gilderoy, who read over
it, sometimes frowning, or going "Hmm..." or "Yes, I thought that..." or
making little notes on his pastel pink notepad.
I saw he was at the part about my personality, and he opened his mouth to
say something, but I interrupted him. "This is just to get Draco back.
All I want to do is look prettier than Blaise Zabini, get rid of my
laugh, and that's all. I'm not here to become some goody-two shoes, who's
kind to everybody. No, I'm here to win Draco Malfoy back, and that is
all. Do we understand each other?"
Gilderoy wisely nodded, and said nothing. Perhaps he has a radar for
detecting women who PMS, which is what I was most certainly doing at the
moment. But really, could you blame me?
He clapped his perfectly manicured hands together, and said, perkily, "
Well, let's get started then!"
I looked at him in disbelief. "We're getting started now? Right now?"
"Yes, we don't have much time to work after all. School starts in..."
Suddenly, a blank look replaced his perky one. Gilderoy focused hard on
the wall, completely silent.
"Uh... Gilderoy? Gilderoy?" I waved my hand in front of his face a couple
of times. Just as sudden as he had blanked out, he was back to himself
again.
"What? Oh, sorry...I got distracted there for a moment. As I was saying,
school starts in a week or two, so we don't have much time. Now, the
first thing on your list...the shape of your head...hmm..." He walked around
me. "Okay, you just need a different haircut, maybe to elongate your
face a little, lengthen your forehead, and minimize your cheekbones.
Let's go to my absolute favorite salon, Deurcroix and Domauix, they have
the best trims ever, and the décor is so gorgeous...very minimalist."
Before I could say or do anything, Gilderoy had grabbed me by my arm, and
out the door, on to the crowded London streets.
He pulled me across the street, and into a large, white building.
Gilderoy didn't even bother to make an appointment with the unsmiling
receptionist. Instead, he simply opened a small door and led me through.
For a second, I thought there was absolutely nothing in the room, because
it looked all white, and stuff. Then I realized that it was just because
everything was white- white furniture, white walls, white floors...and all
the same shade of white too!
"Jessabelle!" He yelled. "Jessabelle, love, are you here? It's
Gilderoy..."
A woman, who I assumed to be Jessabelle, came into the room. She was of
medium height, with long black hair, that was twisted into a complicated
up-do. Jessabelle was really quite pretty, except for her hideous
eyebrows. They were extremely thick, and extremely hairy. She allowed
herself to be kissed on both cheeks by Gilderoy, who was beaming.
"Pansy, I cannot tell you how lucky we are to have gotten Jessabelle
here. She is an absolute genius with hair, like um... Hermione Granger is
like a genius at learning stuff." Gilderoy gushed.
I scowled at the mention of the Mudblood. Gilderoy flashed a stunning
smile at me.
"Oh, I totally forgot, sweetie. Hermione Granger isn't your most
favorite person." He said, leading me to a white chair.
"That's the understatement of the year." I muttered, under my breath. I
wondered what Jessabelle, and her eyebrows were making out of this odd
conversation.
She simply raised those scary eyebrows at the strange analogy Gilderoy
made, but said nothing.
I was fascinated by her eyebrows...they were so horrifyingly large...I
decided to name them.
Erwina was the right eyebrow, and Francesco would be the left eyebrow.
Gilderoy was telling Jessabelle what kind of haircut he wanted for me.
I could hear snatches of their conversation. "Deep root conditioning...some of that tea tree oil combination rinse...I'm thinking long layers to elongate her face..." Gilderoy was saying, while Jessabelle was examining my hair, nodding intently. She pulled out her wand, muttered something under her breath, and out of nowhere, bubbles appeared on my head, massaged by an invisible being. The shampoo smelled of vanilla, and I closed my eyes, and relaxed. This was nice.
The bubbles were gone, I was leaned back, and somebody rinsed my hair, and then put some kind of green, creamy stuff in it, rubbing it vigorously into my scalp.
I glanced at Jessabelle out of the corner of my eye. She was lounged on a soft white couch, looking very bored, and occasionally flicking or directing her wand.
The rubbing has stopped; my head is slightly dried with a fluffy towel.
Jessabelle strides over. "Long layers?" She asks Gilderoy, who was busy in reading the new Witch Weekly, on which he was on the cover again, as a Best Smile Award Winner. He nodded.
I took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm ready." Shutting my eyes as tight as I could, I prayed that it would look good.
"So, why do you want a makeover? Gilderoy only brings us his clients." Said Jessabelle. I can hear the sounds of hair falling to the floor.
"I need to win Draco Malfoy back." Maybe I should just wear a neon sign hanging around my neck that says, "I'm doing all this because I have to win the love of my life back, Draco Malfoy." But, that would probably just mean another restraining order...
She suddenly sounds a lot more interested. "Draco Malfoy? But, he's one of our best customers! He comes here all the time."
"Really?"
"Yes! He has the best hair I've ever seen!" An angry noise from the corner where Gilderoy was reading could be heard. "I mean, second only to Gilderoy, of course..." She says, hastily.
I smile. Of course Draco has the best hair. He has the best everything...
"All done." Jessabelle says, interrupting my musings about Draco.
Biting my lip, I slowly open my eyes, and glance at my reflection in the mirror.
My mouth drops open in utter shock. Suddenly, my hair is silkier, straighter, making my face look longer, less round...and I have cheekbones!
My eyes seem bigger, my lips seem fuller, and my nose is less squished.
She is a miracle worker. I need to proclaim that to the world.
I let out an excited squeal. Gilderoy is beaming, and Jessabelle looks haughtily proud.
"Thank you! Oh, thank you! I look absolutely fabulous!" I jump up and hug Jessabelle, which is rather unlike me.
Gilderoy motions to the door. "Pansy, we'd better get going. Jessabelle, darling, you are as lovely as ever, thank you so much, love!" He kisses her twice on each cheek.
"Charge it to the Parkinson's Gringott's vault, number 802." I say, half way out the door before I stop, and realize something. "Jessabelle, are you by any chance related to Viktor Krum?"
Jessabelle smiles. "Yes, second cousin."
"Thought so." That's were the eyebrows came from...
Gilderoy eventually dragged me out of the salon, and made sure I Flooed home. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow at 10:00am sharp. Be here, we need to work on the next part of the list. Ciao, sweetie!"
So, I'm back in Parkinson Manor, and I'm extremely tired, so I think I'll go to bed. A makeover can be exhausting... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---