 avant-garde Mrs. Nick Jonas
Hugo was dawdling. In fact, he was going as slow as his feet would possibly take him. He was glad to be inside the warm castle, out of the freezing cold wind which refused to stop blowing no matter what. Tugging on edge of his jumper, he shook the ragged sleeves over his hands and shivered. Brrr. It was even cold inside. He couldn't WAIT to be back in the Slytherin Common Room, all snug and warm by the fire.
Mmmm.
And then he saw the mirror. Freezing in the middle of the corridor, Hugo's hand twitched towards his pocket. He glanced this way and that and when he was sure that nobody was looking, he shoved his hand into the depths of his pocket and retrieved a tube of hair gel. Aherm. As subtly as he could, he popped open the cap and squeezed a fair amount into the palm of his hand, before clicking it shut and putting the gel back into his pocket. Darting towards the mirror in a desperate attempt to quickly apply gel to his already perfect hair, Hugo felt himself slipping...slipping...
SPLAT.
Ow.
Face plant on the mirror. Smooth.
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