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Lady of Light 
Not that bad? Not that bad!?
"Are you okay? It's GREY hair. Soon my beautiful blonde hair will disappear and I'm only 15." Delilah wailed, turning away from Louis again. This was such a disaster. And, she couldn't stop crying! The girl moved a little further away and tried taking a deep breaths. She needed to keep calm and not freak out but her HAIR.
"I do NOT stress. I never stress. It's probably the old age disease that's spreading around......" She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. Delilah had stopped crying by this point but she still looked a mess with the mascara all over her face. But, she was still panicking. What if this disease was incurable? What if she was stuck with grey hair forever?
.... She just wanted to cry more.
Louis watched Delilah and tilted his head to the side just very slightly as she mentioned that she never stressed. He wanted to laugh at the irony of that, but she would've probably pushed him off the edge of the tower. "You're stressing right now, D."
Poor Delilah. She really was taking this hard. It seemed for girls it was an even more traumatizing situation to be in.
"C'mon." Louis walked over to the Hufflepuff girl that had walked away from him, took her hand, and led her over toward one of the wooden benches facing the fountain. Once there he proceeded to sit, gently tugging at the girl's hand for her to sit as well. "You need to breathe, D. Panicking isn't going to make the problem go away," he told her, giving her a small sympathetic smile. It was okay to panic. But it was better to remain calm.