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hermionesclone · 02-15-2014, 07:36 PM

Look to the left...

... look to the right...

... No one? Not as far as he could see. Awesome.

Alec slipped into the salon as quickly as he could... which... ended up with him heaving the door open and then ambling his way into the salon. And his eyesight was quite poor so even if there was someone lurking somewhere, it was missed by the Head Boy. Mainly because he was on a mission and it was going to take place starting from now.

Mission: Get Rid of Grey Hairs

The plan had sounded simple enough when the boy was heading over towards the salon but now he was here... all he could do was stand there. And stare. At everything. There was everything he could possibly want here. From colouring to shaving. And speaking of shaving... the boy rubbed on the small stubble on his chin. Did he need a shaving job too?

... Probably not. Shrug.

He wanted to sit down so... the eighteen year old slowly made his way over towards the waiting area and sat there. ... Oh? Magazine? Should he...? Maybe not. He knew what he wanted. Instead, he just took a moment to himself to rest his legs and take another look around. Everything was so... colourful. He didn't understand. Was this... always like this?

02-15-2014, 07:36 PM	#2 (permalink)
hermionesclone Gladrags Mod DMC & DMAC Pogrebin Join Date: May 2009 Location: London Posts: 32,841 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: -- x11 x11	Hair ruffler! ^_^ urine trouble \| Pat's Strong Confident Other Half \| Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse Look to the left... ... look to the right... ... No one? Not as far as he could see. Awesome. Alec slipped into the salon as quickly as he could... which... ended up with him heaving the door open and then ambling his way into the salon. And his eyesight was quite poor so even if there was someone lurking somewhere, it was missed by the Head Boy. Mainly because he was on a mission and it was going to take place starting from now. Mission: Get Rid of Grey Hairs The plan had sounded simple enough when the boy was heading over towards the salon but now he was here... all he could do was stand there. And stare. At everything. There was everything he could possibly want here. From colouring to shaving. And speaking of shaving... the boy rubbed on the small stubble on his chin. Did he need a shaving job too? ... Probably not. Shrug. He wanted to sit down so... the eighteen year old slowly made his way over towards the waiting area and sat there. ... Oh? Magazine? Should he...? Maybe not. He knew what he wanted. Instead, he just took a moment to himself to rest his legs and take another look around. Everything was so... colourful. He didn't understand. Was this... always like this? __________________