How To Tame A Gryffindor

Chapter 10: The Pink Locks

Teddy remembered how difficult OWL's were, and he shuddered to think what it would be like to endure NEWTs. Standing on the platform, he hugged his grandmother tight and waved goodbye to his godfather.
Harry and Ginny were a little teary as today, James would be setting off to Hogwarts for the first time.
"Mum, I'll be fine. Teddy's a big prefect now, he'll keep an eye on me," James said in an attempt to lighten the mood.
"Ted, can we send Al away to Hogwarts instead of you?" Lily asked with a groan. Teddy laughed and knelt down to her level to hug her. There were lots of goodbyes and promises of letters and the promise to meet up at Christmas. Then Teddy boarded the train with James in front of him.
He made sure James found some first years to sit with and headed up towards the prefects carriage.
He was wearing his wooly black jumper that had a large pale yellow 'T' down the front, courtesy of Mrs Weasley. He also realised that his trainers were not tied, so he watched his feet as he walked along the train, when all of a sudden...
SMACK
"Oi! Watch where you're-"
But he stopped dead. And Victoire smiled sheepishly at him, along with her two friends. His mind darted rapidly to the night before and he everywhere she touched seemed to ignite.
"Um..your hair..." she said, raising a pale finger as if she was going to run her hands through his hair but thought better of it.
"Oh...what..." But Teddy caught sight of his reflection in the window and saw that his usual tufts of turquoise hair had turned a furious pink colour. Along with the blush in his cheeks.
"Oh shit...." he said, half to himself. Victoire smiled coyly and her friends raised their eyebrows at eachother.
He continued to walk towards his carriage, cursing his hair colour and deciding to invest in a hat as soon as possible.

The journey was tedious. Usually, Teddy would be laughing and joking with Jorah and Kent in a carriage somewhere with unholy amounts of food but he was holed up with the other prefects, none of which he knew very well.
That night, he was very glad to be in his lovely four poster bed again, his face nuzzled into his pillow as he drifted off to sleep.