Closed Little Changes

[Arvel Ayers]

Arvel stood outside the great hall, picking at a loose thread on the cuff of his robes. Dinner had started ten minutes ago, and the sounds of lively conversation and clinking cutlery travelled far down the empty corridors. Analei would probably be wondering where he was. He hadn't seen her since midday - which was, incidentally, about two hours before he'd shorn off most of his hair. He resisted the urge to touch it again. It had taken him half an hour to get it to sit the roughly way he wanted it, and even then there was a bit at the back that refused to lie flat.

His stomach growled. Well, he was going to have to see Analei eventually. He needed to talk to her. Peering around the door, he spotted her near the end of the Hufflepuff table. There was an empty space next to her. He made a bee-line for it and sat down. "Hi."

 

[Analei Westwick]

Analei eating alone wasn't a new sight, but she had thought that Arvel was going to be there today. The year had only just started, and she was surprised that he already was skipping dinner. She had just decided that she'd just have to catch up with later when he appeared at the table - well she thought it was him. Analei started at him for a second or two, turning her body to get a full look. Without thinking, Analei moved her hand to touch his hair - all his hair was gone!