✨Harry Potter and the Year Everyone Needs a Haircut✨
(I couldn't find a gif for this chapter so here's foetus Ronnie and Hazza)
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❝You've been expelled from Hogwarts for doing underage magic.❞
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"Stop moving your hand!" Y/N hissed at Alex. "Or it'll spread on your cuticles."
"I SAID I WANTED GREEN," Zach yelled, trying to dance out of Charlotte's reach. "GIVE ME THE GREEN ONE, WENLOCK."
School was over and it was the summer holidays. Y/N's and Cedric's Hufflepuff friends- Zacharias Smith, Ernie Macmillan, Alexander Walker, Annabelle Walker, and Charlotte Wenlock- had come to the Diggory Residence to spend the first half of the summer with the Diggorys.
"Zacharias Liam Smith, get your arse back here!" Charlotte yelled back, trying not to spill the nail polish in her hand. "YELLOW WOULD LOOK BETTER THAN GREEN!"
They had been staying there for the past two weeks now and it was probably one of the best two weeks of Y/N's life. They had all sorts of fun together in the huge house. Pranking each other, trying to cook and somehow ending up with Zach and Y/N setting something on fire, playing Quidditch together in the backyard even though Alex and Charlotte suck at it, having sleepovers, watching horror movies but immediately turning it off after getting sick of hearing Ernie's and Anna's loud screams every two seconds.
Now they were all camped out in Y/N's room, painting their nails together. Y/N was painting Alex's nails red, Anna was painting Ernie's blue, having just finished painting Cedric's black and Charlotte- well, you heard them.
"I. WANT. GREEN," Zach shouted, holding a feather duster in front of him protectively. "I'll fight you, Wenlock."
"Yeah? It wouldn't take me three seconds to knock you out right here and paint your nails yellow, Smith," said Charlotte, edging closer to Zach who backed away.
"For Helga's sake, just do a gradient or something!" Anna said, irritated. "And stop acting like a two-year-old, Zach. You're sixteen."
Zach gasped dramatically and dropped the feather duster in his hand, turning to look at Anna, who rolled her eyes at his dramatics.
"How dare you!" Zach said shrilly. "I am almost seventeen, thank you very much."
"Why won't you just paint your nails yellow?" said Y/N, without taking her eyes off of Alex's nails. "Show some house pride, you almost-seventeen-year-old twat."
"Says the one who's painting Alex's nails red," Zach said with a mock scoff as Y/N rolled her eyes. "And for your information, I am showing house pride- in a way."
