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Gideon found himself watching Selina play with her hair. Had she ever done that before? It seemed almost too girly for the girl in front of him. He shook his head clearing the thought from his mind and wondering what had gotten him to pay attention to such things. "Aye for certain," he replied in agreement to her thought on changing everything back once class was over, just barely registering it as he came back into focus.
The fourth year was about to say something about the costumes when the professor spoke up once more ending class. "Guess its too late for that," Gideon mused, inwardly grateful for the reprieve of having to dress up in the flashy clothes. The hair changes and makeup on the other hand hadn't been too bad after all. Taking his wand back out, he looked over at his noted on the counterspell for the changes and raised his wand to his head.
"Intaris..." he cast tapping his head twice as he thought on how he usually looked. The Gryffindor's curls soon returned to normal and he could feel them as he reached up with his opposite hand to check causing him to smile softly. However as he lowered both hands he wasn't aware the red still remained at least to some degree.
Selina played at the curls on her head. Every time she pulled out the curl it would snap back to her head, but the curl seemed untouched. How did the curl do that? Something about the nature of curls simply fascinated Selina. Her blue eyes drifted from her hair to Gideon's face. He was staring at her. She touched her face and asked,
"Do I have something on my face?" Besides her make up of course that Gideon had applied earlier.
She waited for him to answer her inquiry about the costumes when the Professor announced that class was over. She shrugged her shoulders and nodded at him,
"Guess your right. Come on, let's get out of her." With that she drew her wand out and mumbled,
"Ristaris. Intaris." Her blonde hair returned to its naturally red state and the curls flattened out to waves.
She collected her things to leave when she noticed that Gideon's hair was still red. Ahe let out a giggle and raised on her tip toes to touch his hair,
"I think something is wrong her." She settles her feet back into the ground and looked up at him,
"Your hair is atill red. Not that I don't appreciate we are a matching set... can you please change it back though."