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6. Fiery-Orange hair

Secretly, she admires (envies) her cousins. Her whole family, infact. Not so much for their warmth or nobleness but for their trademark fiery-orange hair. Her own hair has always been a ghastly pale not-quite-red, washed out from years of hair-dye and hair-spray and any other stiffsticky product she could get her hands on.

She cuts Lily's firebright locks in third year, wincing at each cold snip of the scissors and imagining -instead- her own spitefully brassy strands falling to the floor. Her newly shorn-headed cousin thanks her with a hug and a smile.

She never speaks to Lily again.