A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for
THC/The Houses Competition
House: Hufflepuff
Class: Muggle Studies
Prompt(s): [Object-Potion] Manegro
Word Count: 606
Ginny held up the chipped teacup. The garden gnome she'd captured did the same. The gnome was sitting on a doll-sized chair and was dressed in a dress Ginny had long since outgrown. Ginny watched the gnome take a drink of the swirling potion in the teacup.
Manegro it was called according to the hand written label on the green glass bottle. She'd found the bottle stashed in Fred's dresser beneath his underwear along with several other things she'd yet to filch from him. She wasn't dumb enough to take more than one thing at a time. If too many things started going missing, he'd start noticing.
While Ginny wasn't entirely sure how it worked, she did know it made manes grow. Manes were the things around the heads of male lions. She'd read all about lions with Charlie. So therefore, drinking manegro should cause the gnome to grow hair. She watched the gnome take another drink.
Ginny's tea cup contained actual tea, with as much sugar as she'd been able to get from the kitchen. Mum kept telling her she didn't need to add that much sugar to anything, but Ginny disagreed on that point. She hadn't given the gnome any sugar, she didn't know how it would interact with the manegro, if it would keep it from working or if it would have some completely unforeseen consequence.
Ginny smiled, she already had enough hair on her head. Sometimes she thought she had too much, especially during the summers where it stuck to the back of her neck. The gnome made some noises, half little grunts that almost could be translated as words. It seemed confused, but not in pain. Ginny had never thought about whether or not growing hair would be painful. It seemed painless to people. Ginny watched as the gnome's head suddenly started to sprout thick black hair. The hair grew, cascading in curls down the back of the gnome.
"Perfect," Ginny proclaimed, jumping to her feet. "Now my dolly has hair for me to brush and style," she stated. She picked up the ghome, ignoring the fact it was trying to bite her hand. She carried it over to her bookshelf. She'd removed all the books, having stacked them in nice neat piles at the foot of her bed. Now, the bookshelf housed makeshift doll furniture. Ginny had always wanted a doll house and dolls, but with money being tight, she'd managed to make her own.
"There we go," she said, sitting the gnome at the kitchen table of the doll shelf. "Now, it's time for breakfast," she said, putting a cardboard plate in front of the gnome.``And after breakfast, you're going to the hairdresser!" she added, a smile crossing her freckled face. Today she was going to learn to plait the gnome's hair. Maybe a long plait, done tightly would be the solution this summer to her hair being too hot. Or… a smidge of an idea formed in Ginny's brain. She had the manegro, knew it worked, and she knew having no hair was going to be much cooler than having hair. If she cut her own hair super short, or got rid of it all together, she could just regrow it before fall and the cooler weather arrived. Forgetting about her gnome for the moment, Ginny darted downstairs to see if she could find her mum's good sewing scissors, the heavy metal ones she used to cut the boys' hair. This summer was going to be amazing, Ginny decided. She was going to be nice and cool and she had a new gnome to play house with.