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Charely Potter · 09-13-2026, 02:22 PM

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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch

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?

Falcon liked to have a treat by the lake. Don't ask him why, he just liked to do so. The elves always baked delicious biscuits and scones for them to take in the Kitchens, so he had an armful (being a growing young man, and all). Maybe he could even have a boat ride.. Connor was busy studying so that left him alone on the Lake.

Falcon stopped when he heard someone's voice, a familiar someone's. Well, they sounded familiar, the sight of neon hair puzzled him but then it clicked. He heard what sounded like a scream through the other side of the dorms earlier.... "Iris?" He asked, approaching closer. He wasn't going to ask if she was okay or what's wrong because, well, the sight just said it all. He actually found the hair colour pretty cool looking, but his hair wasn't in this unusual state.

To fill the awkward silence, he looked down in his arms and held one out after sitting next to her. "Want a biscuit?" He would offer a hankerchief, but his arms were a bit full for him to risk dropping some of the sweets on the ground.

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