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he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.

"It's getting long. You look like a depressed poet." Sebastian opened one eye. "Is that a compliment?" "No. You need a trim. We are going to a party to fight monsters, right? You need to look sharp. Like a CEO, not a hermit." Sebastian touched his hair. "I haven't been to a barber in three months." "I can do it!" Harper volunteered instantly. "You?" Sebastian looked skeptical. "Yes! I'm a pro!" Harper ran upstairs and came back with a black kit. She opened it to reveal professional scissors, combs, and clips.

The moment he stood up, and I saw his face I scowled. Harry! As usual, he had a devious grin on his wicked lips. I extended my hand in order to take the phone from him but he stepped back. I roll my eyes in annoyance. He licked his lips, then bit them seductively. Trying his best to be sexy, but obviously it wasn't working. He ran his hand through his messy hair. You can never see him and his hair is properly brushed down. He would be so intriguing if he wasn't so revolting! He's like that one person you find completely attractive, until you meet their fucked up personality.

"Laura, who was it that hurt my grandma? I will make him pay for what he has done!" He was halfway through the process of dying his hair grey when he received a call from Chris telling him that Madam Jacobs was hurt. This shocked Harry and he rushed straight to the hospital. This caused his hair to be still half brown and half grey. It attracted a lot of attention. Madam Jacobs looked at Harry's hair in disdain and said, "I'm fine. Your brother's taking care of this matter. You should go back and finish the work on your hair. You look terrible right now!"

agreed Harry. Sophia turned around, hoping none of her friends would notice her staring. She noticed that Harry was now walking next to her, and was thankful that he hadn't asked her to turn around again. She glanced at him briefly, studying him carefully. His light brown hair, which was cut short, fell over his right eye and was getting greasy. His features were very strong and angular, with thick dark brows, a strong nose and thin lips.

I do smell awful. Looking in the mirror I see that my beard has grown out and I look like a wild man. It is sticking out in different directions. My hair is greasy and smells awful. Streaks of blood still cover my skin from the battle with the coven priestesses. I am disgusting. As much as I hate to admit it, I don't want Keena to wake up and see me like this. I don't want her to think that I cannot take care of myself without her around.

Ariadne doesn’t respond; instead, picking out a bottle of rum from the mini-fridge and mixing it with a can of coke. The water finally shuts off with a squeak. A moment later, Harry appears, clothed, with wet hair that he tousles dry with a towel. “Alright,” Ariadne hisses. “Speak. We gave you way more courtesy than you deserve.” Harry takes a seat without a snarky comment. He looks tired, not in the way that rest can solve. His skin is mottled and lifeless, and his eyes are dark as graveyard soil. There are two hideous scars where his scent glands used to be, and without them, he seems to be a wolf no longer.

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

There were great foods and a few beers on our table, I guess drinking beer is an everyday thing on this island. Harry seemed comfortable with his head on my lap as he crossed his leg over the other. He had his eyes closed the entire time I was doing his hair and I think he had fallen asleep because he is slightly snoring. Harry has wonderful lashes, not too long and not too short as well, just resting perfectly above his cheek. He has a really nice nose line in a very manly structure that matched his face. He has plump pinkish lips parted slightly as he snores. He has arches brows with fine hair and a small scar on his eyelid. Harry had tanner skin and looked reddish too but he looked manlie

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.