A/N: I know I was AWOL. I'm really really sorry, but I got preoccupied with stuff I was being paid and graded to do, and so naturally, writing came at the bottom because I'm getting neither paid nor graded for it. I hope you enjoy this, however, and while I understand if you want to leave this story, I'd really like reviews!

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Dominique quietly slipped out of bed and into a pair of shorts. She checked and made sure Lucy was still sleeping before digging the Muggle money she'd converted at Gringotts out of her bag.

Silently, she padded barefoot across the wooden floor, opened the door, and stepped out. After putting on her sandals, she ran down the stairs, as far away from her crazy family as she could possibly get, and rang the bell on the concierge's desk.

Finally, a sleepy blonde bloke whose name card identified him as Jacques responded. "Yes, m'am?"

"Do I look like a ma'm?" Dom snapped. "It's miss, Jacques. Miss."

"Very well, miss, how can help you?"

"Do you know any good boutiques or salons? I need to get my hair cut."

"Your hair? Why would you cut such lovely hair?"

"You don't have to wash, dry, and take care of this." She held her hair in her hand. "I wanted a wig made of it."

"Very well, miss, there's one at this address, towards the left of the post office." Jacques took a card from the holder on the desk and scribbled something on it. Dom accepted it and thanked him.

She left the hotel, long hair swinging behind her.

The town was quaint and pretty, with squat brightly-colored buildings. The post office turned out to be a multi-storeyed pink building that looked like it had been made of Legos. Right around the corner was a small yellow building, with cracked paint and a faded sign that said "Barbara's Barbers". Dom pushed on the handle and a little bell tinkled somewhere in the shop.

"Hello?" She knocked on the desk. "Helooo? I'm here for a haircut. Is there anyone here?"

A lady with greying hair and a flowery apron entered the shop noisily, cursing under her breath with every step. She abruptly stopped when she saw Dom.

"Yes, mija?" Her accent was strange, like the busboys in Madrid, but this sounded different.

" Er, I was wondering where to find Barbara. I wanted a haircut."

"You want haircut? Here." The woman steered Dom away from the desk and pushed her into a chair. She tied a faded apron around her neck and began to snip away.

"I would like it short."

"Short? How short?" The woman pronounced it "chort".

"Really short. Like a boy's."

"Okay, we do that."

"All right."

The woman set to work, snipping and mumbling to herself. She stopped once, to ask if Dom wanted bangs. When she replied yes, the woman showed her a picture in a magazine, and told her how to style it.

Twenty minutes later, Dom had a fabulous new haircut, with side swept bangs and highlights. She thanked Barbara, paid, and then bought an ice cream cone. She was in no hurry to get back.

When she climbed the steps to the sixth floor, she heard people moving about, with a wholly unnecessary amount of noise and crashing. She had half a mind to turn back, but before she could even turn around, she heard a shrill "I found her!" and a heavy weight slamming into her back. She turned around to see a cute little ginger girl with a gap-toothed grin grinning at her. Dom hooked her elbows under Lily's knees and hoisted her higher. "Hiya, Lily-flower."

Lily put on a grown-up face and said importantly, "Victoire is very upset. You're in trouble. And-YOU CUT YOUR HAIR! Vicky! Vickeeee!" Lily struggled to get down and ran into the open hotel room. "Dom's gone and gotten her hair cut!"

Victoire was curling Molly's hair with Ted's wand in front of the mirror. "Oh, thank Merlin! I was beginning to worry, but she did need a trim, and if she hadn't done it soon, I would have done it for her, in her sleep, if I needed to."

As she was speaking, Dom walked in and Victoire caught sight of her in the mirror. "Mon Dieu!" (my god). She whirled and lost her grip on the wand. It clattered into the the sink, and she was brought back to earth by the sound of the gurgling of the drain as it ingested the long stick of wood.

Dom grinned nervously in the back. "Is it really that bad?"