Harry remembered when it was getting late in the Gryffindor common room, and Evanora had finished two butterbeers, and at midnight, the party was still roaring. She took a dare and bravely agreed to let Padma and Parvati Patil dye bits of her hair in a red color for Gryffindor Spirit. Hermione's eyes widened in shock, but she laughed, having drank a butterbeer herself, Ron thought it was awesome. Harry liked her dark brown hair, but stared at her surprised but still happy. Fred and George silently admired her bravery and Gryffindor spirit as well as spontaneousness. Padma and Parvati were only halfway through when professor McGonagall came in and stopped the party. By next morning, Evanora, still elated and with no regrets, came down into the Great Hall with a faded color of crimson from the tips of the ends of her hair, reaching up in some streaks toward her hairline. Each streak were at different lengths, and looked like red flames. It was pretty cool. Luckily for mostly just Harry, the red color faded back to a regal brunette, a color that reminded Harry of the essence of dark pine. It messily flared in the wind at Quidditch, and was untamed and flowy in the most beautiful way. Unlike Harry's, her hair was nice at the beginning of the Quidditch match, and flowily misplaced by the end of Quidditch, falling back into place but pieces of hair sprawled naturally. Harry's hair was always messy.
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Evanora
FanfictionI wrote this in 9th grade it's mortifying. I stole some ideas from otherfanfictions. That being said it is actually a really good fanfiction but the pieces don't really connect. It's just like a bunch of imagines. Let me know if you liked it lol I c...
