Hairy Afternoon

[Anna-Jo Worth]

Annabelle Worth was an Princess in her own mind without realizing it much. She grew up in a lovely manor in Yorkshire, England. Had long beautiful locks her mother always praised her for. And was tiny and frail like any Princess typically was, she would never be one to be able to stand her own ground. Anyone could easily pick her up and through her into the lake and she wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight. She was the size of a seven year old not an eleven year old. Heading to the student lounge the girl looked around in amazement. She hoped other first years would be in the lounge and they would be easy to spot. She was sure everyone would know she was new, she was in awe of everything and looked like the babiest kid there. She was a gawky looking kid, that was for sure. But she had the ability of hiding beneath her long hair whenever she felt uncomfortable. Not many were in the lounge and she didn't see anyone she could just go up to and talk with. Everyone looked much older than she. Sitting on one of the couches she pulled out a book she had brought from home to read. Her long hair covered her as she leaned forward over the book.

Already Annabelle felt as though she wasn't doing her parents proud or being the good older sister to be admired by her siblings. But she was nervous and she knew no one, she hadn't even spoken to the girls whom she was going to room for the entire year yet. The girl never thought she'd be nervous, but she did know once she found one friend she'd be more willing to go out and find more. She kept a finger on the line she was reading. She knew there could be bullies looking for first years to pick on and she didn't want to risk loosing her spot in her book. She heard a few voices around her but she didn't pay much attention to them, hoping someone would just approach her so she didn't have to start a conversation.

 

[Damita Lesley]

Damita had been looking for someone to talkto for a long time. She didn't like the books of the school, though she often had some with her. She liked the feeling of carrying books. She felt smart. Well, at least a little bit. Books also looked pretty - all the curly words looked nice. And people often thought that she read them. That was aways nice. Damita liked talking - but not about the books. The books weren't things she liked. Half the time she didn't even know what they were about, like this one. It was some potions book, talking about icky potions ingredients. That was just gross. So, the young Hufflepuff only had one, rather smallish book on potions, and two other random muggle books from home. She really liked the artistic pictures in them. She walked through the halls of the school in her uniform, excited to be finally attending the school that she had been thinking about for a rather long time. She was so glad to be here - and wearing yellow! Yellow was such a happy colour. It was like the sun, and daisies, and cheese. Cheese was really nice, the best dairy.

Damita wandered the halls of the castle, trying to find her common room. She was quite sure it was around here, right? She honestly had no idea. In order to find it in the first place she had to be shown by prefects. Usually, her sister or big brother would show her were to go. However, she couldn't find them because she had said that she was fine by herself. She shook her head. What a fib. The part-veela stumbled through the halls clumsily, spinning around. She was trying to find something familiar - but it all looked so different. She did, however, find a roo with some lounges. This was like the common room! She skipped in, and managed to trip over the first chair her tiny feet made contact with. She looked around, finding some people looking at her. Going redder than those Gryffindor robes, Damita quickly jumped up and shovelled up her books, plastering them to her chest. She felt like crying. It was a simple thing - to trip over. But to an eleven year old girl trying to find her way, it was a very big thing indeed. She could not cry though. She was in a room full of crowded people. They'd laugh at her. With her eyes scanning the room for an effective escape, the Hufflepuff locked her eyes on long, brown hair. It was very pretty hair indeed. She dropped her books at her feet and sat down beside the girl, a huge grin on her face. "Hi, I'm Damita!" She announced, running her gentle fingers through the girl's hair. Did she know the girl? No, she had no idea who this girl was - but she wanted to know her. "You have really pretty hair," she added, still running her fingers through it. "Like... its really pretty. What do you do to it?"
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[Anna-Jo Worth]

Annabelle was enjoying her book a lot more than she thought she was going too. She was glad for her tiny frame and that she might just blend in with the background, she didn't feel like making her way back up to the Ravenclaw tower to read in a quieter room. The book was that interesting to her. Already she felt as though she fit into the Ravenclaw house, although she wasn't being very studious reading a book for fun. But it was part of being an intellect she figured, reading many things and learning from them. She could learn a great deal a life lessons through silly novels. Annabelle didn't have much time to read the next paragraph of juicy information as someone started petting her head and talking to her.

Turning Anna-Jo looked up and saw another girl, small like herself but maybe not as small. She had bright blonde hair which reminded Anna-Jo of how her hair used to be, and how it still is nearer to the ends of her hair. She felt like jumping away from the hands of the girl but she was also used to people being fascinated with the length of her hair. Of course it was mostly because her mom never felt like cutting it. Now it was a part of her, the two colored hair of hers. She couldn't imagine it every going away. Though has the blonde ends got trimmed with her hair growing longer she knew one day her hair just might be all brown, which saddened her. Her mother did tell her there were ways to keep it blonde at the ends so she didn't worry too much. "Oh, uhm, Hi. I'm Annabelle, though I've always been called Anna-Jo," Anna-Jo said in return to the girl. It had taken her a moment to get out of her shock and respond. She was glad the girl wasn't pawing at her hair and was actually gentle. It reminding her of her mother brushing her hair for her sometimes, it was a comforting feeling. "Oh I just grow it out, I have been for a long time," she said back to the girl. She tilted her head as it didn't seem the girl's hair was very short at all. Of course with Anna-Jo being so small her hair looked ten times longer on her than it would for other people, maybe that was what this girl wanted.

 

[Damita Lesley]

Damita had no idea that this behaviour was unacceptable to most people. All she worried about was not causing the girl any pain as she petted her hair - as if she were petting the soft, fluffy fur of a kitten. She smiled at this thought. What a fabulous nickname for this girl. Kitty. Her delicate fingers intertwined the hair and even at one stage brought it to her face. It was so fluffy, and pretty, and a little wavy - or was that her fingers? There did not appear to be knots, either, much like the hair of her mother's, and even grandmother's. Grandmother's hair was similar to this, though a little more silky - but she was a veela, it was probably natural for her hair to be better than every other woman's hair. This girl must be proud of her hair, it was so long. Damita rarely had her hair that long, as her father did not like it. Other children at their home would pull at it and stick things into it, so she and her sisters had to keep their hair shorter than they would have liked. Damita beamed at her new companion. perhaps they could be friends, the best of friends! "You have a really pretty name, oh yes!" she was almost cooing.

It was fortunate that the girl did not seem to mind this touching, not that Damita thought it out of the ordinary. Who wouldn't want their hair stroked like this? Was that not the point of hair? Hair was such a nice thing, especially when this long and beautiful and luxurious. However, it took her longer than the average person would take to reply, as she had to properly organise her words and sentences to ensure she did not speak Bulgarian to the girl. How amazing it would have been to find a Bulgarian friend. "But... why Anna-Jo? That sounds nothing like Annabelle. Annabelle is really beautiful - but so is Anna-Jo. I think I'll call you Kitty, Kitty-cat, yes? No?" She hoped she could call Anna-Jo Kitty-cat, because it was so descriptive. Her hair was perfect for the nickname, completely. She took a moment to understand, and then reply to Kitty-cat. "No products, like conditioner to help?" Her mother used natural conditioner, as did all of her family. It left a sweet aroma that Damita loved to smell. She sniffed the girl's hair, to try and determine what conditioner she used - if any. ​

omg, sorry she's a creep!

 

[Anna-Jo Worth]

Anna-Jo wasn't sure what to think of this girl who was sitting next to her. She was really confused as to why the girl seemed to like her hair so much. Of course the young Ravenclaw did really like her hair, she wanted to keep it long always, though she also wanted to donate her hair as well. It was always a dilemma for the young girl. Anna-Jo thought the girl seemed very nice, very friendly and that she too had a pretty name. Though Annabelle Worth was not one who normally when outside of her comfort zone and talked with people. She felt odd sitting her next to this girl who was so friendly. She hoped that they could possibly turn into friends, but she also wasn't sure how to ask the girl to be her friend.

"Your name is really pretty, I haven't ever heard it before. Where're you from?" Anna-Jo asked the blonde sitting next to her. Most of her hair was still blonde but at the top of her head it was starting to grow darker. Her mother said she would still look good with darker hair, though Anna-Jo wasn't sure. But she was glad this girl didn't seem to find her hair terribly awful. "Uhm, it's just a nickname that my family uses, I rarely ever get called by Annabelle anymore," she told the girl her British-English accent crisp and clear, she was getting more comfortable and not speaking very low anymore. "Oh, um I don't know, I've never had a nickname quite like that." Anna-Jo wasn't sure what to think of the cat nickname the girl wanted to call her by. It seemed kind of weird to her.