(G.Hall) Pink Haired Claw

[Professor Ashton Laurent]

Ash snickered quietly as he snuck into the bathroom, pulling back the shower curtain, he reached for Cris' shampoo. Once he had it, he placed it on the sink in front of him, and pulled out his wand. If he did the spell correctly, a pink glow would momentarily surround the bottle, and when Cris used it, it would turn his hair neon pink! Ash raised his wand, pointing it at the bottle. He whispered the incantion, and waited. Sure enough, a pink glow surrounded the bottle. Ash held his hand over his mouth to muffle his giggles. The glow subsided, and Ash placed the shampoo back in the shower, after checking to make sure that there was no evidence that it had been tampered with. Walking out of the bathroom, he saw that Cris was still asleep, shaking his head and laughing quietly to himself he went down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Opening the doors to the Great Hall, he walked over to his usual place at the Ravenclaw table, piling his plate with waffles, bacon, sausage, eggs, and biscuits. He pulled a glass of orange juice toward him, taking a sip as he thought of how Cris would look with pink hair! The mental image made him laugh, which caused a little bit of the juice to spill. Setting the juice down, he cleaned up the spill and began eating as he waited for Cris to barge in with pink hair. No doubt Cris would be shouting something along the lines of 'Ashton Jade Laurent! I will get you for this!' or something like that...

[jerry]

Jeremy woke up, stretching wildly. He had a strange dream involving zebras and ducks taking exams. He shook the image out of his mind, he was going crazy.

In all truth, Jeremy had become a lazy lump of study material. He hadn't had a social call in ages, and had spent all his time being the true Ravenclaw he was. True he was still recovering from the momentary lapse in judgment trying to be exactly like a Slytherin, but he was a recovering addict to one Erys Grace.

Jeremy swung his legs over his four poster bed, sitting momentarily to wake up just a bit longer. He yawned. A shower was the only cure to wake him up. He got up clumsily and headed toward the bathroom, bumping into Aston Laurent, who was on the way out, a quiet laughter on his face. Jeremy stripped down and took a steaming hot shower. Water in his eyes, Jeremy reached out and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. Squirting it into his hand, the smell was different. it wasn't his normally fruity shampoo, nevertheless, he shrugged and lathered up his fluffy dark hair.

A couple minutes longer than necessary, Jeremy walked out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and dried off. He towel dried his hair, ruffling it so, and went to put on his robes.

He bounded down the stairs of the common room, his robes billowing behind him. He felt incredibly refreshed. What a shower in the morning can do for a guy. He smiled to a fourth year sitting alone in a chair, immediatly a smile and a giggle escaped her mouth. Jeremy grinned confused, and continued on his way to breakfast.

Down the hall, he noticed that he must be extremely early, it didn't seem that anyone was out and about yet. He shrugged and pranced down the stairs. Reaching the entrance hall, he waved to a partner he had in Transfiguration, who exploded laughing and walked away with his friends. Jeremy frowned. Was there something on his face? A mirror was hanging close to the Great Hall doors, and Jeremy strolled over and checked out his appearance.

"Oh my GOD!!" Jeremy said clutching his hair. It was bright pink. Not pale, pastel pink, but bright neon magenta! Jeremy's face was frantic. How could this have happened? He thought back to the morning, trying to cover his hair with his hands as people started to filter into the Great Hall for their meal, large grins on all their faces.

Think Jerry, Think! he said to himself. ASHTON! The light bulb went on in his mind. The smirk and the laughter Jeremy had witnessed as his groggily bumped into his fellow Claw on the way to the bathroom. Jeremy looked down the Ravenclaw table, catching a glimpse of the dark hair boy sitting down, eating breakfast. Jeremy stormed into the Hall, forgetting how ridiculous he looked.

"LAURENT!!!" He bellowed down the hall, still clutching his hair with his hands as though they were shielding the fantastic pink color. "What is this!!!??" He said, reaching Aston, pointing at his pink hair, disgusted.

[carried away much?]

[Professor Ashton Laurent]

Ash looked up as Jeremy stormed towards him with pink hair, "Oh...crap!" Ash started laughing, "Jer, I am so sorry, that was not meant for you! You must've used Cris' shampoo!"

[corrie]

(Kris... seriously....)

Breakfast time.... Yay. Something this snake never looked forward to. It meant being in the same room as mud-bloods, half-bloods and even half-breeds, something she despised. Walking in, her pajama's a nice emerald green with her bleach blonde hair falling loosely over her shoulders, the hot pink stripe showing drastically against her pale skin. Corrie Evans was looking even more stunning in her pajama's than anything else she owned. Maybe it was just her slytherin pride but none the less, she felt good in comfortable clothes.

Something was bothering her, however, when she walked through the big oak doors. Laughter... but at who? Certainly not at her, and if it was, there'd be hell to pay. She glanced around until a hot pink head caught her attention. First of all, pink was an alright color to this girl otherwise she wouldn't have it in her own hair but on a boy, a ravenclaw none the less.... now that was hilarious. She knew this boy... Jeremy Wheller. She had seen Erys mingling with him a few times. Apparently he was just as bad as a slytherin but alas, he was a ravenclaw thus no friend of hers.

Still... she found herself compelled to torment the boy. Walking over to the claw table, trying to keep her laughter under control, she ran a hand through the boy's bright pink hair with a snicker, "My my, Wheller. You're looking rather... rosy today. May I ask for what occasion do we owe this humiliating display?"

[jerry]

"What?" Jeremy said, in disbelief. He thought back to the strange smelling shampoo, of course it hadn't been his, but why on earth did anyone have shampoo to turn your hair this color.

"I'm glad you find this funny." Jeremy said, his face getting red to the color of his hair almost. "Why on earth was Cris meant to get pink shampoo..." Jeremy said, still in disbelief. "And how can I get it out!!?" He said exasperated.

Jeremy released his hair from his clutched and took a deep breath, he needed to calm down. A third year Gryffindor waltz by, snickering under her breathe. Jeremy made a face at her. "Oh, yes, very funny, ha. ha. ha." He said after her, rounding to Ashton again.

Before he could say anything to his fellow Claw, he felt a hand run through his hair. "Eh, hands off." he said, spinning around to come face to face with Corrie Evans. A 'true' Slytherin, Jeremy had never had to pleasure of conversing with her.

He looked at her own hair, the same color streaks running through it. He groaned. "Oh, no occasion, Evans, I just woke up today and thought I'd die my hair pink." He glared at Ashton, but then turned and smiled at the younger girl. "It was all in your honor." He said, boldly reaching out and tucking a stray pink lock behind Evans ear, a toothy grin on his face.

[Erys Grace]

"It was all in your honor."

"My, Corrie, it seems you might have a little admirer." Rang an amused voice from the shadows, smitten with laughter, as Erys Grace revealed herself. She hadn't been watching, so to speak, but had merely stumbled on the scene - managing to catch the bit about Ashton using pink hair dye in Wheller's shampoo. Meant for Cris or not, it was hilarious, seeing as her and Jeremy had been aquainted before on numerous occasions. The most recent being the library, which was ages ago, but still, Erys couldn't say she minded how he turned Slytheriny when he was around her. It was cute. Swiping her eyes up and down him, lazy as a cat's, she added, "I think we've found your colour." mockingly, as her tone sounded serious when she said it. Que sarcasm, people. Stretching without greeting Ashton - as the two pretty much despised each other - Erys blinked once, and then that was it for the blinking. Feline like stare, and all.

Drawing closer, she ran her fingers through his hair much like Corrie did, and needn't flash Jeremy a look that said if he shook her away, her claws might come out. He probably already knew that already. "Aw, but you look so cute." Erys snickered, "Why on earth would you want to get it out?" Crossing her arms over her chest, more for comfort than irritability because this was just hilarious, the Slytherin nodded to Corie in greeting. A little late, but hey, it was breakfast time after all, and she hadn't been able to sleep much last night. Didn't show though, Erys never had bags under her eyes unless she was up for more than thirty-two hours. She had counted.[/color]

[jerry]

Jeremy closed his eyes and winced a little as he heard the enchanting voice of Erys Grace. Secretly, Jeremy had been trying to avoid the feline Slytherin. He knew that she was intoxicating, or maybe he was just easily drugged by her. Either way, he wasn't quite sure if he liked the way he was when he was with her. It was a person that could never talk to Laney. Was that acceptable?

But now, she was here, and a switch was turned in Jeremy's brain.

"Why, you know I don't have eyes for anyone but you." Jeremy said, turning toward Erys, grinning his beautiful grin. Even with pink hair, you had to admit that Jeremy was gorgeous, his ice blue eyes starring straight at you.

"Eh, no." He said, grin fading, eyes turning toward Ashton. "I think I need to get it out." He said, glaring at his fellow Ravenclaw, still waiting for the answer on curing his diseased hair. "Not to insult you judgement." He said, conitueing his intoxicated banter with Erys.

He shivered a bit under the Slytherin's touch. He took her hand and lowered it from his head. He was getting to deep. Letting go intermediating, not chancing the claws coming out, he grinned. "I'll take a picture for you." He said, with a smile. "Now, Ashton, How. Do. I. Get. It. Out." He said forcefully.

[corrie]

She was just about to swat Jeremy's hand away from her when Erys came into the picture. Didn't the girl get enough attention from Ricky? "See, I don't have an admirer. His eyes are on you," she said with a roll of her eyes. Yes, Jeremy was a handsome guy but he was a prick whenever Erys was around. She'd rather torment the sweet Jeremy than put up with the arrogant prick that he was with Erys. True, it was Slytherin behavior but the Ravenclaw sweetheart was more attractive.

Jeremy wanted to get rid of his pink hair and fast by the way he addressed Ashton. "Why don't you just dye it back. Or better yet, turn Ash blonde or bald. Both would be extremely entertaining." She didn't understand why the boy wouldn't just do some fancy charm on his hair to turn it back.

Corrie took a seat next to Ashton and grabbed a piece of toast off his plate. "Thanks, Laurent," she muttered. Looking back up at Jeremy, she gave a slightly seductive grin, "Why don't you just hex the answer out of the poor boy? Merlin knows he needs it."

[Professor Ashton Laurent]

Ash rolled his eyes at the scene unfolding in front of him, "Oh honestly, you people are hopeless." he muttered, pulling his wand out of his pocket, he raised and it and pointed it at Jeremy's hair. He muttered the incantation to get rid of the pink, and a white glow momentarily surrounded the other Claw's hair, it disappeared and his hair was back to normal. "Happy?" he asked. He turned to Corrie who had snatched the toast from his plate and glared, "I hope you choke on that." he snarled. he smirked, "If there's anyone here who needs hexing it's you. Deflate that head of yours a bit." Ash knew those were fighing words, and tightened his grip on his wand, silently placing a shield charm around himself.

[jerry]

Jeremy rolled his eyes, Corrie was a piece of work. There was no way she would ever hold up to the amazingness (yes, amazingness) of Erys. Corrie wasn't exactly the Wicked Witch of the West in looks, the Wicked Witch of the East, maybe, but she was downstairs, dressed in Pajamas. Somehow that turned Jeremy off, have a little pride, huh.

"I might have to consider those options if he doesn't speak up, and soon, like NOW!?" Jeremy said, another young Gryffindor, snickering at the sight. It must look ridiculous, and surrounded by Slytherins at the Ravenclaw table was probably only drawing attention to him.

Jeremy watched as Ashton simply waved his wand and with a glimmer, his hair was back to normal. "Yes, I am." He said, running his hands through his, now normal, hair. He ruffled it, happy with was he felt. "Was that really that hard." He asked Aston, as Corrie reached over, taking some toast. Again he rolled his eyes,not just at her, but at Ashton.

Fighting words indeed. "Take it easy." He said, actually standing up for the Slytherins. Wasn't he just the little wanna be. He glared at Ashton for putting him in this position. He thought he'd change the subject, fast, before anyone got the wrong idea. "Where's your little love bird...I want to see how ridiculous I looked walking in here." He said with a smile, hoping it would keep Erys just as entertained.

[Erys Grace]

" ... His eyes are on you,"

Flashing her one of those 'chill, we're both snakes here' looks, Erys licked her lips with a small smirk, "Now now.. No need to get your panties in a bunch." The Slytherin tutted, turning to Ashton after he muttered the exhasperated 'oh you people are hopeless' crap, "What? Did I say I minded the dye job?" No, she very well did not. Therefor, she wasn't included in the hopeless remark, because clearly she was anything but. Then of course the fool had to go flapping his jaws, spouting words that suggested a serious joust was going to go down soon. Was he trying to test Erys' patience? They weren't on the best terms in the first place, and he had to go get himself even more snakes as his enemies? How would Corrie respond to this?

Take it easy. Jeremy was standing up for them? How sweet. Though it was a valiant effort, she could take care of herself, and her own. If only to humor him, or pull at his heart strings at least, she reached up to stroke his cheek with a soft, feathery grasp - smiling slightly, "Don't worry about us, love." How amusing. Deciding to put her own two cents in before anything got serious, Erys withdrew her hand to cast her cold yet calm eyes on Ashton, who had probably already put a shield spell on himself, the coward. It wouldn't hold for long though, if it came down to a fight. Such incantations could only last so many blows before it shattered in his face. "Think, little Claw. Thats what you people are good at doing, right?" Pausing, if only for effect, she continued, "You're outnumbered, Laurent." Wasn't a good idea to pick a fight with a snake, they always had back up waiting in the wings, ready to dominate and eviscerate the opposition. And in this case, it was three vs. one, assuming Wheller was on her side. Which he probably was.

"Pink gone, hair fixed. Problem solved." Erys repeated, emphasizing that only that issue was over and done with. There was the matter of all the halfbreeds, blood traitors, and mudbloods at this school too, but she was sure only Corrie might have an inkling of care for the subject. No need to discuss it with a duo of Claws, and it didn't matter if Jeremy was one of them or not. It was a snake thing, they'd understand. Running her tongue along her lips at the little love bird comment, amused, the Slytherin just smiled pleasantly.[/color]

[Professor Ashton Laurent]

Ash rolled his eyes and stood up to leave, he had better things to do than talk to these goons. "Well, considering the possibility that he's where I left him, in bed asleep." he answered with a vague shrug. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go drag his lazy ass out of bed." He snatched a piece of bacon off of Corrie's plate and smirked, "Thanks Evans." then, he turned and walked off.



((Sorry to leave guys, but I honestly can't think of anything so I figured it was best for Ash to leave instead of just sitting there not saying anything.))

[jerry]

"Chill." Jeremy said to Ashton. The last thing Jerry needed was something to make Erys mad. Jeremy was sure that he would let her attack Ashton, it was his good side. But, for some reason, Jeremy didn't want the Slytherin to see his good side. He felt like that would be bad.

"Yes, all fixed. Finally." Jeremy said, running his hands through his hair. It wasn't as though the dye had changed the texture at all, so running his hand through his hair wasn't reassuring him in the least that the pink was gone, but judging from the fact that people had gone back to eating their breakfasts, it was probably gone. He smiled weakly at Erys.

"Sorry your plan didn't work mate." Jeremy said as Ashton left. The sarcasm could not have been mistaken for actually pity. Truthfully, after the ordeal, Jeremy was disappointed that Cris hadn't shown up in the same state. Jeremy needed a good laugh.

Random thought, I think Jeremy's Bi Polar.