"Alternate Title: THE GUIDE TO SURVIVAL IN A FICTIONAL WORLD"
No one in 2020 would ever believe something, magical, extraordinary, right? But Nicolette, a fifteen year old girl who is drastically obsessed and in love with the Harry Potter franchise...
I thought tomorrow is gonna be a really nice and bright day since some of my hidden frustrations were gone.
I was wrong.
I woke up very early in the morning because I felt heat all over my head, I wasn't even opening my eyes yet but I was already pissed off, and I knew the twins had something to do with this.
I quickly stood up and stood in front of the mirror next to the door, I saw that my burgundy hair was no more and was replaced by my original ginger hair. I gently grazed my hair and got infuriated by the sticky substance in my hair.
The bloody product we made months ago!
I quickly ran to the bathroom and I washed all the cobwebs off my hair, which was really hard, I think there were still cobweb particles in there, before drying it fast and running down the stairs, frustrated. There were still large knots in my hair I couldn't untangle so I was fuming.
"Fred and George Weasley!" I yelled as I stomped down the stairs, getting a hold of my wand because I can't just do wandless magic in front of everyone.
I opened the door, scanning the room as I saw everyone's shocked faces as I searched for the twins' familiar teasing grins.
"Yes, Coley?" The twins asked in chorus, smiling innocently.
"Which one of you, or are the two of you responsible for what happened to my hair?!" I glared at them while pointing at my hair.
"Boys!" Molly immediately walked over to me, sneering at the twins. I could hear Charlie laughing with Tonks.
"Mum, we thought it would be nice! Her real hair looked better!" Fred whined as he slouched.
"Without her permission? I expected better from the both of you, one of you better fix this!" Molly sighed, massaging her temples, before giving me a quick hug and continuing her cooking.
"Well if it makes you feel better, Nicolette, you look the same way you were a year ago, it's nostalgic." Sirius gave me a thumbs up while I just shook my head with a small smile.
"If you'd excuse me, I'd have to go sleep." Sirius stood up, struggling to walk straight.
"That's your fault for drinking at 7 in the morning, dear old Uncle!" Tonks yelled before Sirius was out of the room.
