 Falcon/Joel Swedishfish Girl! ❄ Page-Turning Seamstress ❄ Jess's Soul Sister! Sweetest Swede!
Iris bolted out of the castle without even eating breakfast after waking up on this particular saturday with puke colored yellow, and neon green hair as evidenced by the big scare she got, when she looked in the mirror with the aim to comb her beautiful hair, like she did every morning like clock work. She had screamed at the top of her lungs at the sight of her hairs miserable state, not caring who she woke up or not in the snake dorms. This was a hair crime she fully intended to report to her head of house after Iris had figured out a way to get the awful colours out of her hair. Who had done this, and why was another matter this fourth year fully intended to investigate when she wasn't fuming with anger, stress, and tears streaming down her face.
Coming into the silent boathouse which she prayed was empty at this hour Iris chose a random boat and climbed in. Sitting down, she put her head in her hands, and let the angry tears fall as she tried to figure out what to do. Could a dip in the lake, wash the colours out?
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