Owl to Hannah
Hannah,
My hair is still pink. Pink pink pink. I've been hiding under blankets just so I don't have to run into any of the mirrors inside my room. I can't even visit any of my mates from Eton with my hair like this. Can I floo over right now? Maybe we can dye it back. Or try to charm it back to its original pure beauty.
If worse comes to worse, we could always owl Pansy the Cow
Why do all the crazy people get gorgeous blokes to like them? She is a completely mad, jealous woman.
Still hiding,
Justin
P.S. Thank you.
P.P.S. You're pretty too.
My hair is still pink. Pink pink pink. I've been hiding under blankets just so I don't have to run into any of the mirrors inside my room. I can't even visit any of my mates from Eton with my hair like this. Can I floo over right now? Maybe we can dye it back. Or try to charm it back to its original pure beauty.
If worse comes to worse, we could always owl Pansy the Cow
Why do all the crazy people get gorgeous blokes to like them? She is a completely mad, jealous woman.
Still hiding,
Justin
P.S. Thank you.
P.P.S. You're pretty too.