Won a writing contest at HogwartsElite. The prompt was to write Marauder-era girls getting up to mischief.
TITLE: Red-Haired Beauty
PAIRING: Gen
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 294
Narcissa Black, seventh year Slytherin, engaged already to Lucius Malfoy, had bright red hair and freckles. Gasps echoed across the Great Hall when she took her seat at her House's table next to Wilmer Parkinson. Her glare slashed across the other tables to the Gryffindor table, where third year Lily Evans sat with her friends, staring right back, unabashed.
"Cissy," stuttered Setherian Montague. "You look like a Weasley."
"Evans," Narcissa clipped darkly.
"No," said Wilmer. "Not really like Evans. Too many spots."
"Oh, shut up!" she snapped. "Evans did this to me, idiot. The little mudblood bitch's friend dropped her books in front of me in the hallway, and then she snuck up behind me and charmed my hair this dreadful color for no reason!"
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"Oh my," whispered second year Artemis Keddle to her seat mate, "What happened to the Black girl?"
"None of your business," said Lily Evans, on her other side. "She deserved it."
The younger students looked shocked, and a bit nervous, until Regina King threw her arm around Lily's shoulder. "Don't be a spoilsport, Evans. It was fun." She winked at the first and second years. "The little Slytherin Queen over there is the one that put aging potion in Lily's butterbeer last Hogsmeade. She had to spend two whole days in the infirmary, looking like her grandmother!"
"Gina," said Lily. "It wasn't that bad. I was only thirty. But still, it wasn't right. And she's always calling me names and making fun of my hair. Someone had to take action."
"Of course," said Regina, joining the masses gawping at the Slytherin table, and the shrieking Narcissa Black, "but I'm not sure tattooing 'Snake Eater' on her forehead was entirely necessary."
"No," Lily replied smugly. "That was a bonus."
