Wow, five months plus without an update. Dang.
I apologize for the long delay to anyone still reading this story, but unfortunately, my life got really busy, and when that happens stuff like this gets ignored. (Thank you for still rading though!) I hope I can still update it when I get breaks, I will certainly try.
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"I want to see."
"No."
"Why not? What are you doing to me?!?"
"Nothing you need to worry about." Fred assured Ron, who seated on a stool as he worked on his love struck brother's hair. "Gel." Ginny who was assisting, handed Fred the hair gel which he began to apply liberally to Ron's head, as Harry watched from the doorway.
"Then why can't I see it?!? Am I still green?"
"No. And you can't see because we don't have a mirror. George went to find one."
"Yeah right. You better not be messing my hair up."
"I'm not. Don't you trust me?"
"After you turned me into a frog?!? No!"
Fred sighed as he worked on Ron's hair. "You're just never going to let that go, are you?"
"No," Ron stated, crossing his arms. "Harry, tell me if they start doing anything funny."
"We're not doing anything "funny" despite what you might think," Fred said, rolling his eyes. Ron, feeling skeptical, moved his eyes up trying to see what Fred was doing. "And stop trying to peer up at your hair!" Fred ordered. "You can see it now anyway, George is back with the mirror. Oh, and Ginny, could you go get Ron some clothes?"
Harry stepped back from the doorway as Ginny left and George entered the room, carrying a pink and white mirror that was obviously not his own. As he handed the mirror to Ron, Harry noticed that the mirror frame was lined with small roses, which opened as Ron held the mirror up to his face and looked into it. He admired the mirror-things like that, though common to wizards, still never stopped amazing him. He wondered if Ginny would like something like-
"What have you done to my head?!?" Ron exclaimed, interrupting Harry's thoughts. Ron was staring in horror at the slicked down red mass that he recalled once being his hair.
"Relax," Fred replied as he began to clean the gel off the brush he'd applied it with. "We just put a bit of gel into your hair so it didn't look so much like a red tumbleweed was stuck to your head."
"It's really all the rage right now." George assured him. "It said so in Ginny's Teen Witch Magazine." Fred held up the magazine proudly as George pointed to a page containing pictures of teen wizards with slicked-down hair. "See?"
Ron poked his now stylish new hair tentatively with a finger, his eyes fixated on it the way one looks at a car crash. "It's solid." he moaned. "Harry, why is my hair solid?"
"It's, err, supposed to be that way Ron." Harry tried to assure him, as Ron continued to stare at it in horror as he prodded his hair. "Don't worry about it."
"I've picked out his clothes," Ginny interrupted, as she re-entered the room. "These should work." She handed Ron a shirt, jacket, shoes, and a pair of pants. "Try them on."
Ron stood up, muttering unhappily under his breath as he left the room to go change.