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[stolengood]

[If you go into the Mess Hall today, you'll notice something's off- the floor, actually. All of the tables and chairs have somehow inverted themselves and attached themselves to the ceiling, in a perfect mirrored version of the hall

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[thebutlersawed]

Ugh, really?! I didn't do my hair so pretty this morning to mess it up by monkeying around, riiiight?

[stolengood]

What'd you do to your hair?

[thebutlersawed]

Did it up pretty, of course! [glances her over] Noooot that I'd expect you to notice.

[stolengood]

Oh. It's really red.

[thebutlersawed]

Well done!

[stolengood]

How often do you have to dye it?

[thebutlersawed]

It's natural, honey.

[stolengood]

Sophie says I should take better care of my hair, but it hasn't caught on fire in ages. I don't know what she's complaining about.

[thebutlersawed]

Oh, let me see, let me see.

[stolengood]

[It's all loose and hanging down]

No touching.

[thebutlersawed]

Why would I want to touch that?

[stolengood]

Sometimes, when people say "see" they mean "touch".

[thebutlersawed]

Hmmm hmm hmm.

You miiiight need to burn it to get it to a salvageable length~.

[stolengood]

Why would I do that on purpose?

[thebutlersawed]

One way or another, it needs to come off unless you LIKE your split ends!

[stolengood]

[Looks at her hair]

It doesn't look split to me.