Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
The whispers follow her down the hall, but she ignores them. Head high, shoulders straight. The perfect pureblood daughter. She walks out to the courtyard and people stop to stare. She hears them asking each other what she did to herself, if she had a mental breakdown. The chatter doesn't stop until a messy haired boy walks up to her. Reaching out, he gently touches her short locks and says, "Short hair looks good on you, Parkinson." Giving her a half-smile, the messy haired boy—young man—turns and walks away. Allowing herself a small smile she turns to watch the messy haired boy—young man she corrects herself—walk away. This year got a whole lot more interesting.