Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
She watched from across the Common Room in agitation as he did it, again.
It was infuriating and distracting and she could not take her eyes off of him.
It wasn't really that he was even doing anything, she supposed but the way he was doing it was so frustrating. He was such a little fidget! If he wasn't chewing on a quill he was tapping his leg, if he wasn't spinning something between his fingers, he was catching that damned snitch. But it seemed as though he could not last more than 20 seconds without running his hands through his hair and making the already messy locks form a stormy, black cloud on the top of his head. Really, it just looked like a bird's nest and was not attractive in the least.
He did it again and Lily huffed.
He was distracting her from her homework and she would not tolerate it any longer. Picking up her book and parchment, Lily crossed the room to head towards the girls' dormitory. Just as she approached Potter's table he leaned back on his chair and smirked at her.
"Alright, Evans? Something bothering you?" James smirked and lazily performed another sweep of his hand through his hair. Her eyes narrowed at him as she realised he had been doing it on purpose.
'That smarmy, little-'
"Not at all. You ought to be careful though, Potter. If you keep playing with your hair it will start falling out." He scoffed and turned back to his mates. She left to climb the girls' stairs but paused on the bottom step to whisper a small but efficient slicing charm aimed at just a small clump of hair sitting on the very top of his head. The strands fell limply onto his scalp but remained there. Lily smirked as she continued up towards her room and waited for the inevitable.
Half a minute later there was a very loud, girly screech echoing around the common room and something that sounded suspiciously like 'My hair! My beautiful hair!'
Lily grinned in victory.