Pansy was tired of her hair being so long. It wasn't like it was hanging past her shoulders by much, but after having it short for so many years she was desperate for a trim. During lunch, she headed over to Aphrodite, hoping her old stylist, Kevin, was still working
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Muriel watched the little scene unfolding in front of her with one eyebrow lifted, part amused and part surprised at the spectacle. It wasn't every day you saw a young pureblood witch snatched up and spun in the air by a wizard with purple hair.
But then she supposed the relationship between a girl and her hairdresser was special.
The next moment, Pansy was being squeezed in and sitting down beside her. Muriel made a show of pretending to read the magazine until the girl addressed her.
"Afternoon," she replied, smiling. "It seems it pays to have friends in high places." She stopped short of saying I do hope they haven't squeezed you in before ME, because the waiting area of a hair salon was hardly the place for unpleasantness. "You're looking well. Is there a particular reason for such a good mood?"
Pansy noted Mrs. Beamish's displeasure. "Are you a client of Kevin's, too?" she asked pleasantly, not about to let the woman's mood ruin hers.
She smiled. If only she knew. "I found that my usual unpleasantness was giving me early wrinkles. It seems more favorable to be jovial for my complexion." Pansy set her bag down. "And how are you this afternoon? Well, I hope. I was so disturbed to hear about George's shop."
"Not specifically," Muriel replied. "I like to try them all out. You get something new each time, that way."
Muriel chuckled. She wondered if the comment about early wrinkles was supposed to be pointed, but honestly, what a girl of twenty knew about getting old would barely fit in a Witch Weekly crossword puzzle.
"An excellent strategy," she said. Provided you can stop bad things from happening. "I'm well enough. Recovering from a complaint that made me miss the Autumn Ball, which was disappointing." When she mentioned the shop, Muriel nodded. "We all were. Still, no one was hurt, which was a blessing. George is a strong boy. I have every confidence he'll rebuild the place eventually."
She didn't want to dwell on that for too long, though - didn't want to reveal anything she shouldn't by accident.
"Did you attend the ball?" she asked. "I trust plenty of wonderfully scandalous things happened?"
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Muriel watched the little scene unfolding in front of her with one eyebrow lifted, part amused and part surprised at the spectacle. It wasn't every day you saw a young pureblood witch snatched up and spun in the air by a wizard with purple hair.
But then she supposed the relationship between a girl and her hairdresser was special.
The next moment, Pansy was being squeezed in and sitting down beside her. Muriel made a show of pretending to read the magazine until the girl addressed her.
"Afternoon," she replied, smiling. "It seems it pays to have friends in high places." She stopped short of saying I do hope they haven't squeezed you in before ME, because the waiting area of a hair salon was hardly the place for unpleasantness. "You're looking well. Is there a particular reason for such a good mood?"
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She smiled. If only she knew. "I found that my usual unpleasantness was giving me early wrinkles. It seems more favorable to be jovial for my complexion." Pansy set her bag down. "And how are you this afternoon? Well, I hope. I was so disturbed to hear about George's shop."
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"Not specifically," Muriel replied. "I like to try them all out. You get something new each time, that way."
Muriel chuckled. She wondered if the comment about early wrinkles was supposed to be pointed, but honestly, what a girl of twenty knew about getting old would barely fit in a Witch Weekly crossword puzzle.
"An excellent strategy," she said. Provided you can stop bad things from happening. "I'm well enough. Recovering from a complaint that made me miss the Autumn Ball, which was disappointing." When she mentioned the shop, Muriel nodded. "We all were. Still, no one was hurt, which was a blessing. George is a strong boy. I have every confidence he'll rebuild the place eventually."
She didn't want to dwell on that for too long, though - didn't want to reveal anything she shouldn't by accident.
"Did you attend the ball?" she asked. "I trust plenty of wonderfully scandalous things happened?"
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