A/N: I…honestly have no idea what to write for this. So, I'm going to randomly choose to write from Remus's point of view and see what happens.

"You really should just quit while your ahead," Remus heard Peter laugh as he walked in the room on Friday after his last class. "It's never going to stay flat."

"Oh yes it will," James responded with some conviction. "I'm going to make it!"

"Prongs, it's not like he hasn't seen your hair before," Sirius said, sounding slightly grouchy. "If he likes you, it's with your hair standing up and all."

Remus opened the door fully now, and discovered all three of his friends were in the bathroom. James had his wand out and was standing in front of the mirror, while Sirius was leaning against the doorframe and Peter sat on the counter.

"What are you doing?" He asked with a small laugh, trying his best to keep a straight face as James waved his wand and his hair started to look as though it was defying gravity.

"Prongs here has a date with my brother this afternoon," Sirius growled, though it lacked any real conviction. He was still struggling with this, but no one could really blame him. The last week and a half had turned his world upside down.

"He's trying to fix his hair for it," Peter responded, not even trying to hide his laughter. "So far he's managed to make it worse, and if you look closely it's gone from black to dark blue."

"You're hair is blue?"

"Yes," James responded miserably, folding his arms on the counter and burying his head in them. "Oh it's no use!"

"Not really," Sirius said, putting his hands in his pockets. Remus shot him a dark look before walking into the bathroom and putting his hands on James's shoulders.

"Prongs, it's okay. I'm sure we can find a way to get your hair back to normal."

"I don't want it to be normal," came the muttered response. "I want it to be better. Everything has to be perfect."

"Aren't going just a bit out of your way for Regulus. I mean, is he really worth all this?" Sirius asked, genuinely looking confused.

James sat up, and Remus could see his look of utter loathing in the mirror. Reacting fast, he grabbed James's wand away, but James didn't seem to notice.

"He's worth all of this and more if you choose to see it!"

"I'm trying to see it, so get off my back!" Sirius yelled back.

"Stop it, both of you." Remus felt his own temper beginning to break through, and put James's wand back down again for safety's sake. "Sirius, James adores Regulus. You're going to have to live with that or learn to keep your mouth shut. James, Sirius really is trying his best but it isn't easy. Despite what you like to think, Regulus isn't perfect and he's not going out of his way to make this easy for him."

When no one said anything, Remus pulled out his own wand and began trying to see if he could reverse the damage James had done to his hair. "James?"

"Yeah?" The other boy replied, and he sounded so miserable that Remus had to question the wisdom behind letting James date who he pleased. At least when he was pretending to like Lily he could at least pretend to be happy.

With a sigh, Remus continued, "What possessed you to do this? You've never done anything but try and mess up your hair before."

"I messed up my hair because I knew she hated it."

"That wasn't what I was asking."

James resumed his position of leaning against the counter and stared at himself in the mirror. "He's so bloody perfect and doesn't even realize it. He's got this easy grace and I'm…I'm…"

"You?" Peter offered, and Sirius threw a handy copy of 'Quidditch Monthly' at him.

"Exactly," James said dejectedly, ignoring that Peter had now pulled out his wand and was sending toilet paper zooming at Sirius.

"There's nothing wrong with that," Remus said, hoping onto the counter Peter had just left and also choosing to ignore the battle of toiletries going on around them.

"I have blue hair."

"You didn't before you tried to 'fix' it."

"Moony, I just…I want him to like me."

"He does like you. Which is, I think, something you missed."

"I didn't miss it. He told me."

"So why are you trying to change?"

"I…have no idea." James's shoulders slumped in defeat, and Remus picked up his wand again. This time he managed to get it to stop looking as though it was floating around James's head like a crazy halo.

"He likes you," Remus continued, "even though you haven't always treated him like you wanted to. Just like you can see through all the masks he wears, he can see through yours. He would know right away that you're new hair do was another mask, and it probably wouldn't help anything at all. You've always refused to change your ways before, don't start now. If he can't love you for you, then I would suggest finding someone who can."

James laughed, taking off his glasses to clean them. "You're using my normal behavior and advice against me."

"Yes, I am. You're always so good at helping others, but when it comes to yourself you're hopeless."

"Not fair."

"But true."

The two friend smiled at each other, to use to the flashes of light from various jinxes to even notice Sirius and Peter any more.

"Thanks, Moony. You really helped. Loads more than those two anyway."

"Anytime, Prongs. You've done a lot to help me. Friends return the favor."

James rolled his eyes. "What is it with you and Peter and friend's having duties. Isn't there any such thing as being friends with no strings attached?"

"Nope, sorry. Friends are like sex that way."

James spluttered, his eyes widening behind his glasses. "Remus John Lupin, I cannot believe you just said that!"

Remus grinned a slightly wolfish smile. "What can I say? You lot are wearing off on me." He hoped of the counter and stood behind James, "now, lets see if we can't fix this blue, shall we?"