Love being a girl! :p ((anyone))

[liz]

Liz was quietly reading on a couch in the student lounge, when a first year, Liz knew burst in on the verge of tears. Liz looked up worriedly as the first year ran towards her after noticing Liz curled up on the couch.
“Hey, what happened to you?2 Liz asked softly as the first year curled up on the couch next to her and looked at Liz with her lower lip trembling as she pointed to her hair, which was now a mixture of her original chestnut-brown and Slytherin green.

“Some older Slytherins jinxed me. Can you get the color off?” the first year asked with begging eyes. Liz stood up and lifted a green strand, touching it: “Nope, sorry honey, but it will stick for a couple of hours, before it will just wear off. I can pull your hair into a hairstyle, so it will look as if it’s meant to be this way – half-green. That alright with you?”<br>
The first year smiled and Liz pulled the sleeves of her white jumper up to her elbows as she stood and started braiding and placing the girl’s hair into a hair-style. It looked rather complicated once it was finished, but the building of the ‘rose-crown’ from hair was surprisingly simple. And Liz had had lots of experience from helping around at her mother’s hair-salon.
Pulling out some hairclips, Liz happened to have along, from the pocket of her light-blue and tight-fitting jeans, Liz worked as the first-year chattered away happily, with Liz commenting shortly at right places, so the hairdo was finished in 10 minutes. Liz took a step back and looked at it scruntizisinly. The brown hair, the girl had left were braided into the ‘rose-bloom’ and the green strands were leaves surrounding the bloom. On the whole it didn’t look half that bad – it was classy, originally and nice.

“All done,” Liz told the first-year, who smiled happily and hugged Liz quickly as if saying thanks, before running out of the student lounge once again. Liz chuckled lightly and stretched, accidentally hitting someone with her hand.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Hope I didn’t hurt you!” Liz apologized quickly turning around with a faint pink blush rising to her cheeks.

[bellatrixlestrange]

Faith half-skipped down the corridor. She was in a very good mood, a day of good lessons and (finally) a night without the worry of homework had left her with a huge grin on her face. She hummed toreador to herself as she turned the corner, treading the usual steps towards the warmth and merriness of the Student Lounge.

As she entered she glanced around. No-one she knew was there but two girls, sat down on a couch caught her eye. The elder one was fixing the younger one's (strangley highlighted) hair and, when she had finished, her hair looked like never before and they younges girl (who looked to be a first year) hugged the older one round the middle.

Faith smiled to herself and approached the two, just as the first year got up and skipped away. Faith turned her head and watched her leave the Lounge then looked back at the girl. She opened her mouth to speak but found herself being hit rather sharply on the chin.

At once, the girl turned around and started to apologise. Faith, laughing despite the pain in her chin, waved her hand to show it was okay.

"I'll pull through I think," Faith assured her, "Thanks for hitting me though!"

[liz]

Liz blushed a bit deeper as the other girl thanked Liz for hitting her. “I really didn’t see you there,” Liz blushed. She couldn’t help but being a little shy, but she tried to get over it, hoping the other girl had just joked a bit and smiled at the girl.
“I know you. You are a Gryffindor. A third year. Faith was your name, right?”
Liz smiled shyly and explained quickly, so Faith wouldn’t think she was a stalker: “Saw you with your friends in the common room the other day and heard your name.”<br>
Liz looked at the big wall clock as it sang briefly to announce it was full hour: “I go around looking at people’s hair and face and automatically think what would look good on them or what kind of hairdos would be nice to try on them. I don’t know why, but I just do it.”<br>

[bellatrixlestrange]

"It's okay, I'm pretty sure I'll survive," Faith said, grinning to show she had been joking.

Faith listened in slight awe as the girl recited Faith's name, year and house.

"That's right. Faith Oraco, to be exact," She nodded, an impressed smile at her lips, "I can't believed you remembered information like that. It goes in one ear and out the other with me."

She sighed good-naturedly and listened to what the girl had to say, glancing for a second at the clock as it chimed the hour.

"It's a useful skill to have," Faith said, taking a seat next to the girl, hoping she didn't mind, "You can make a great career out of it, too."

"Out of interest," She added, after and after-thought ((horrific word use there - sorry)), "My hair. What do you think? I need a change from blonde I think. Fourteen years in one colour is too much to take."

She laughed lightly then stopped, realising something.

"Sorry, I'm being all tactless again. I know you're in Gryffindor and I'm pretty sure you're in fourthy year, am I right? But I don't know your name. I'm not as observant as some," She smiled.

[liz]

“Yes, I’m a Gryffidnor and a fourth year. I’m Liz. Elizabeth Connely to be formal, but I prefer Liz,” Liz said with a small smile taking a seat on the couch once again and sending a small smile at Faith, “I dunno. I just remember things like that and you had nice hair, so I guess I kind of remembered that as well.”<br>Liz didn’t bother to mention, that she didn’t really have much friends she could chat with that easily, so she sticked to herself. That was probably half of the reason why Liz’s grades were surprisingly good and how she heard and remembered surprisingly many things.

Liz eyes Faith’s hair questioningly and pondered about her question: “Not blonde. Maybe auburn. Or some golden highlights in or a bit reddish tint. Something fresh and lively. Auburn would also bring out the brown in your eyes and some scarce golden highlights, if they are almost hidden, would make eyes sparkle nicely. But that’s my opinion.”<br>Liz was actually surprised how freely she felt around Faith. She was usually much more reserved, when it came to meeting new people.

[bellatrixlestrange]

"And a very good opinion it is too," Faith said with a beam, "Auburn sounds good and the red highlights. I need to do something though because if I get one more 'blonde comment' then I'll do something drastic and dye it bright green or something."

She shook her head, grinning.

((Sorry it's so very short. It'll be longer next time I swear! ;D <---endearing smile lol ))

[liz]

Liz smiled at Faith and eyed her hair thought-fully: “I could mix the color for you one day if you want – or let my mom send it to me. She has tons of different hair-colors at her salon. And I think there might be a charm to do it as well, although when it’s done magically it should damage your hair more and it will grow out faster.”<br>
Liz smiled. She had grown up around her mother’s salon, where you could get a custom made dress, have your hair, nails and make-up done, find shoes and something to eat. It was paradise on earth for a desperate woman or a woman who wanted to spoil herself. And for all the services they had there, it wasn’t half that expensive. So Liz had been surrounded by models and fashion and everything to do with appearance since she was born, so she used little tricks almost automatically herself.

Liz grinned at Faith: “Don’t go with green though. If then I’d rather suggest purple. Would go better with your skin-tone and eyes,” Liz suddenly realized that Faith might take it offensively and barely managed to stop herself from slapping her forehead. Liz certainly didn’t want to scare Faith away – Liz was shy enough to not really have very many friends: “Just stop me, when I’m starting to bore you, alright?”<br>
((Don't worry about it ))

[bellatrixlestrange]

"It'll be a long time," Faith assured her, "Anyway we're talking about me and I just love talking about me. I'm vain like that."

She laughed to show it was a joke though honestly it wasn't entirley untrue. Faith could be big-headed without knowing it, and it tended to put some people off getting to know her properly. Her Mother had found a particuarly adequete and accurate way to describe it. 'Faith's like a steering wheel, really. Sometimes she goes in the wrong direction and when she does it can go very wrong, but all she needs is a nudge and you're back on course again'. It pretty much suited her. She didn't ever mean to talk about herself and not think of others, but her brain went into automatic pilot sometimes.

"Anyway," Faith continued, "What brings you here rather than to the common room?"



((Tolerably longer I hope! ))

[liz]

Liz giggled at Faith’s comment and then thought about her question.
“There was a racket going on tin the common room, so I decided to find a bit more quiet place. Grabbed something to eat from the kitchens and ended up here reading. And then doing that first-years hair,” Liz grimaced recalling the mess that the first-years hair had been in, “She had gotten hit by a nasty charm. I’m sure you can guess which house sent the hex, but I don’t know any counter-jinx to that specific curse, so I just did the best I can.”<br>
“Argh, I can’t STAND those Slytherin bullies. Luckily I haven’t ran into them myself very often,” Liz sighed and shook her head. Maybe it was because she was so shy and in the back-ground most of the time, why bigger and meaner Slytherins tended to look over Liz, “I just hope someone will put them in their places one day. They are all just so incredibly cocky, that it grates my nerves. Haven’t seen a single Slytherin about who I could say that he or she isn’t half as bad as I would have thought.”<br>
Liz looked up at hearing a soft tap on the window and jumped up to let the big owl in and taking the rather large package from it’s claws, before it flew away. Walking back to Faith, Liz tore open the brown wrapping paper and placed the box between the two girls, so Faith could see what was in there: “Mom sent me some supplies. You wouldn’t believe how many different types of face-masks, hair-clips, perfumes, shampoos, cremes – mom constantly keeps me posted with the newest brands or the best kinds.” Liz said with a small smile, looking to see what was in the box. As usual there were everything for make-up and moisturizers and powders, and different products for one’s nails as well as anything else Liz had named and they were all the best, made in the muggle world.
“If you ever run out of something let me know and with 90 per cent chance I’m bound to have it,” Liz told Faith with a little grin picking up a new shampoo type to quickly examine it.

[bellatrixlestrange]

Faith mulled over Liz's comment on Slytherins.

"There's got to be some half-decent ones," She said, casting her eye over the rest of the room to see if any members of the said house were in the room. She noticed a girl with a line of emerald green on her uniform where Faith had red, sitting across the room at the table. She seemed to be working on some homework and was giving furied scowls to anyone who dared interrupt her. Faith gave a defeated sigh but sparked up and joked, "Well then atleast the evil people are clearly marked out."

Faith looked up as a tapping on the window caused Liz to get up. She gave her a quizzical look as she sat down again.

"What tha- wow!" Faith exclaimed as she saw the contents of the parcel. She peered into the box and marveled at the different products.

"You're so lucky!" She told Liz, picking up a small bottle of perfume and inhaling the scent, "That's beautiful, oh life is so unfair, the best thing my Mum ever sent me minus on my birthday was a t-shirt that I'd left at home by mistake!"

[liz]

Liz followed Faith’s eyes to a Slytherin girl working on her homework and grinned at Faith’s comment. “Yep, at least one thing the uniforms are good for, even though I actually don’t like them. Obviously,” Liz smiled eyeing her outfit, which consisted a white sweater and light-blue jeans and white sneakers. Liz always changed out of her uniform at the first possible moment.

“Liz smiled as Faith seemed to like some of the products and leaned back: “You can pick something out if you like it or want it. I have tons of this stuff in my dormitory. My mom owns a salon where you can have facials and make-up and get your hair and nails done as well as grab a bite to eat, a book or some more formal clothes and jewelry, so I’m loaded with that kind of stuff.”<br>Liz eye the box critically and after a moment found the conditioner she had looked at earlier and handed it to Faith: “this might be useful to you, if you are planning on dying your hair. It makes dyed hair shine better, saves the color and protects your hair. I don’t know why mom sent it to me, as I don’t have dyed hair.” Liz grinned tugging at one blond strand of hair, “Feel free to the perfume as well. I don’t usually like perfumes and when I do, then it’s usually only one specific sort. So after a month or two it will end up in the trash anyway. I could never use all this products myself.”<br>

[bellatrixlestrange]

"Are you sure?" Faith asked, not really sure what to say. It was a rare thing when you came across a person as kind as Liz, and she was in half a mind to accept her generosity just incase she didn't come across anything like it again.

Faith grinned as Liz commented on her Mum sending all the products for dyed.

"Count yourself very lucky," Faith said, "It means that she's okay with it if you do dye your hair. My Mum, however, she'd probably murder me. Actually, make that definitley."

Faith shook her head, a mental image of herself walking into her kitchen with brightly dyed hair, and the look on her Mother's face. She knew it would be priceless.

[liz]

“I’m sure. I don’t have nay use for that stuff,” Liz waved her hand dismissively, “The only things I will use are some of the colors for nails and maybe some lip-gloss. Although I already have both of them in piles.”<br>Liz grinned and tilted her head: “My mom owns a salon where you can go to a cosmetician, get your hair and nails done, find a fancy dress, shoes, accessories, even buy a book or get something to eat. I’ve been helping and visiting my mom there ever since I was a toddler, so my mom wouldn’t really even have anything to argue with, when I decided to dye my hair.”<br>
Liz absentmindedly began to play with her neck-lace as she smiled at Faith. She rarely felt so at east at someone’s company and Liz had to admit that she rather liked it. Twirling the small heart that she was wearing on the chain around her neck, Liz hoped that maybe she could become friends with Faith gradually.

[bellatrixlestrange]

"It sounds like heaven on earth," Faith said truthfully. Infact what Liz had just described sounded exactly like Faith's dreamland, except ofcourse that it was missing the Quidditch Pitch in the centre and range of top quality broomsticks. This image in her head, Faith did a standard thing for her and mistook what she was thinking as actually being in the conversation.

"Speaking of brooms," She said, coming out of her dreamworld at last, "Are you a big flyer? I'm hooked, myself. I've been flying since age three and have no intenion to stop."

[liz]

“It is. Come over some time and you’ll get a first-hand experience for free,” Liz offered with a small smile and tilted her head as Faith mentioned flying.
“I can’t say I’m much of a flyer. I’ve only flown the school-brooms here and I don’t think they are too good,” Liz said with a thoughtful expression. Liz had a good balance and she wasn’t afraid of heights either, but she hadn’t really flown much besides from her flying-lessons.
“I’ve flown around a couple of times with the brooms here, but since I’m not on the team I haven’t really bothered to buy a better one for myself either,” Liz said shaking her head and pushing some strands of hair out of her eyes, “But your flying sounds awesome though. Ever thought of trying out for the house-team?”<br>

[bellatrixlestrange]

Faith shrugged.

"I've thought," She said, "Many a time, but I don't think I'll ever have the guts to actually try out. Nobody knows it but behind this over-confident exterior beats the heart of a complete and utter yellow-bellied coward."

She grinned. Faith had, indeed, thought of trying out for the school team many times. She loved watching quidditch as a spectator, but she couldn't help feel that it was a long way away from the feeling of being out on the pitch. Still, she was content to watch it from the sidelines, as she knew it was her own fault.

"Well then," Faith continued, "If you're not a flying nut like me, what's your passion?"

[liz]

Liz laughed: “I don’t believe that you’re a coward. You wouldn’t be a GRyffidnor otherwise. I’m still hesitant about what’s brave about me, but you certainly have all it takes to be in our house.”<br>Liz bit down on her lower lip nervously, not really knowing how to put her thought into words: “I’m sure you’d do great on the team. I can practice a bit with you some time if you want. Even though I’m not very good it wouldn’t hurt, right?”<br>
Liz leaned her head back and pondered seriously over Faith’s question. What was Liz’s desire? She loved sketching hair-styles and dresses and jewelry. She danced a little and sometimes did a little of aerobics. She liked cooking and didn’t mind potions too much either, even though Snape could act as a complete git. There was a lot of things Liz liked, but what was her passion?
“I… I don’t think I’m that passionate about something as you are about flying. But I do like designing hair-styles, dresses and matching jewelry. And I love animals,” Liz blushed furiously and the last part of her sentence came out in an almost whisper, “I think I want to become a healer one day. I’m not really that interesting of a person.”<br>

[bellatrixlestrange]

"You can't be creative enough to be a designer, have a love for something and an ambiton and not be interesting," Faith said with a warm smile, "A healer would be a great career for you. I'm not trying to judge and make assumptions but you seem like the kind, caring, but quietly determined sort of person who would be great at that sort of thing. Sorry, I like to think myself as a good judge of character."

Faith gave a friendly grin and tucked some strands of her long hair behind her ear.

[liz]

Liz blushed a little but giggled happily at Faith’s comment: “No offence taken. I’m flattered you think that I have that nice of a personality. However I know that I’m not nearly as good as you just made me out to be.”<br>Liz looked up and smiled absent-mindedly picking out a bottle of nail-polish, unscrewing the top and covering starting to cover her nails with sea-blue color: “I like kids. And animals as well for that matter and I don’t like it when someone is hurt, so I would want to become a healer. Always have wanted, but I still have time, should I decide to change my mind.”<br>
It took two brushes of the nail-polish for each of Liz’s nails before she picked up an even thinner brush and a greenish polish and started drawing little sea-plants on her nails. This took a little longer, even though Liz was used to painting things like that. To stop her right hand from shaking, Liz leaned it on the armrest of the couch and slowly started to paint the plants, willing her arm not to shiver. It was a lot harder to paint precisely with the left hand, as Liz was right-handed. But Liz managed, as she had had a lot of practice on this at her mom’s salon and during the times she painted her own nails.

“There are a couple of things that make life much easier, when you’re a witch,” Liz commented as she pulled out her wand gingerly and dried her nails with one flick of her wand, and then examining her nails critically, before deciding that they looked alright.
“What about you yourself? Spent any thought about some profession you’d like in the future. Or you going to be a professional Quidditch player?” Liz asked with a small grin.

[bellatrixlestrange]

Faith laughed as she watched Liz dry her nails with a wave of her wand. She was right, there were definite perks of being magical, and at that moment Faith was very pleased to be. There was something about sitting in a warm room, with a fire crackling nearby, talking to a new face and with a whole weekend to look forward to, that made her extremley content and at ease.

Faith pondered Liz's question for a while. She hadn't thought much about her future, she tended to take each day as it came, but, maybe she should spare a thought about it now that it came up.

"I can't honestly say I've even though about it," Faith said with a shrug, "But honestly I don't think I'll be a quidditch player, it's just not my true calling, you know," She grinned, "That sounded suprisingly deep for me. No, I'd love to do something with my other passion. I'm a writer first and foremost, and you know I'd like to follow it somewhere. No idea where though..."