Chapter Four – What To Do When Your Cousin Dyes Her Hair

A/N: More craziness from Dom! Please enjoy and R & R! I don't own anything.

Support her! Especially if she looks as great as Roxi did.

I had an eventful night.

Burnt eyebrows.

Purple eyebrows.

Pink hair.

Yup! You got it! Roxi dyed her hair PINK. Well... You didn't get it... I gave it away... Ah well. Live and let die. Wait – isn't that the film? With the guy who shoots the gun? His name is... I'll get it in a mo'... James BOND! 007.

I'm great.

And modest. Hehe.

Oh yeah.

What was I talking about?

Oh yeah – Roxi's hair.

She used to have red hair – like most of my family. I guess she got a bit fed up with it. I would. Luckily there are only three of us with blonde hair. Not counting Mum and Aunty Gabrielle of course.

So... You probably want to know how it all happened. Are you sitting COMFORTABLY? Then I'll BEGIN!

"Ooops..." I said. Lamely.

Hugo raised a hand to touch his brows.

"They're BACK!" he said, happily. "Now I won't be known as The-Boy-Who-Burnt-His-Eyebrows-Off-On-His-First-Week-Ever-At-Hogwarts!"

"I already told you – it's too long!" I said. No one was listening.

"HUGO! YOU HAVE PURPLE EYEBROWS!" Rose shrieked.

Boy does that girl like yelling.

Strange.

Anyway.

"That's so cool!" Hugo said.

"It clashes with your hair," Rose snapped. "Come on, I'll take you to Madam Pomfrey."

Why didn't you do that in the first place?

I don't know.

I never will.

It's not going to affect my life.

Soon, I became aware that my knees were hurting from kneeling next to the chair Hugo had been sitting on, and that James and Fred had appeared next to me.

"Hey guys," I said, absently.

"Hey Dom. That was pretty cool magic," Fred replied, mussing up my hair. Which, I may add, was messy already.

Hey – has anyone seen that musical Hair? I don't know what brought that up...

I think we should all pretend that never happened.

"Yeah. Pity it failed though."

"Purple eyebrows are almost as crazy as pink hair!"

Pink hair?

I didn't give anyone pink hair...

... Did I?

"Who has pink hair?" I asked, sitting in the seat and rubbing my knees.

"Roxi. Well – Roxi wants pink hair." Fred shook his head.

Wow.

"Wow." I said.

"It's not wow! She's my baby sister!" Fred stuck his bottom lip out. I flicked him.

"Doesn't work Freddie."
"You go and talk to her! Talk some sense into her!" James begged.

I don't know why he was taking Fred's side.

Boys.

Is there a more confusing creature?

"Fine." I sighed.

REVENGE OF THE BLONDE PUSHOVER CALLED DOM!

I went up to the second year girls' dormitory.

I swear every girl in this year is a Weasley.

"Roxi?" I called.

Roxi stuck her head out from behind her four poster bed.

"If Fred and James sent you up, I'm not interested!" she growled.

Hmmm...

"Okey dokey," I shrugged. "I think pink'll work for you!"

"You are now my favourite cousin!" Roxi announced.

Yay.

So that was why I spent my evening – my homework sat on the table below for about three hours, alone, and lonely, and possibly crying, if homeworks can do that – helping my cousin turn her hair pink.

Aren't I nice?

Professor Flitwick might kill me.

But he probably won't.

Yay!

A/N: More will be coming soon (hopefully!) Please R & R. It'll help the plot bunny!