Harry Potter Character With Blonde Hair Novels & Stories

*.*.*.* Hosun's POV: I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, observing the dye on my hair. When I saw that it was all done, I washed it off in the sink. Soon enough, my hair was dried and brown. Given that I was going to sneak into the Cherry bomb drinking club with the help of Bam, once in I had to look presentable and not draw in too much attention. Something that would've surely happened if I'd decided to keep my silver hair.

Thought the Queen. The servant saw a weird young guy who wasn't much older than herself, and his acquaintance first. His face was little, but lovely in its own way. His physique was in peak condition, and any normal Harpy male would have had no trouble drawing the attention of any close female looking for mates... and certainly their mothers! However, he was spoiled with bold, royal blue hair with weird white streaks as long as the length of his hair, straight like silk, to his shoulders.

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.

The clattering sound of the repeated clashing of the canister and the plastic casing erupted between them for several minutes as her lungs slowly regained their normal functioning. Jayden stood, watching her frantic movement. His observing gaze slowly shifted to her hair which kept bouncing every time she shook the drug. Her hair was of a rare color, a different charm of blonde which was like bright gold or the sun rays filtering through the clouds, a shade that effortlessly demanded attention. The more he stared at it, the more terrifying memories crept to him.

But just then someone came into the castle, and I heard footsteps. I tried to find a place to hide, but there was no shelter in the hall, so I had to run into the one who came here. It was a man with blonde hair like Jenna. His eyes were attractive green, bright and heroic, and his whole body was full of sunshine and charming breath. I was not sure who he is. He saw me, too. With a nice smile on his face, kind and warm., he asked me,"Are you the new blood slave? What's your name?"

But she followed me like a puppy as I made my way to the mirror with the scissors clutched tightly in my palm. “Ginny! I knew there was something about you! I swear to God, I knew there was more to you than meets the eye. You are a witch…no a magician right? What you did there was amazing!” That was amazing? I frowned as I ignored her and began to cut the rest of my hair to match the one that had been forcefully cropped. I watched with tears in my eyes as my hair began to fall down my face into the sink. The light in the bathroom bounced off my near bald scalp.

he asked, his gray eyes—like the sky before a thunderstorm—fixed on me. “You know how hard it is to manage this hornet’s nest on my head,” I said in mock annoyance. He only laughed, running his fingers through his blonde hair, which was so light it was almost white. It was one of the reasons we were friends; I had two different-colored eyes, and he had hair so strikingly pale that he looked like an anime character. We were the oddities in a sea of brown-haired boys and identically eyed girls. Although, I had a feeling he could have more friends than me; he was incredibly handsome and could have climbed the social ladder if he weren’t stuck with me.

But Emily wasn’t talking, she was in deep thought, a frown on her face. “Emily? What is it?” Maeve said. Oh goddess. “Charlotte … she had brown hair .. she dyed it blonde.” Emily said staring off into space. “Yeah….” Said Maeve. “I had blonde hair and dyed it lilac. Maeve. What if whoever did this told them….they didn’t know which one of us was which. What if whoever did this told them… the one with the blonde hair? Meaning me. Me Maeve. And they thought Charlotte was me.”

For a moment, a tiny part of me wondered—hoped—if she was going to defend me. But her face was unreadable. Stoic. Instead, it was the girl walking beside her who spoke again. She had blonde hair that was so pale that it was almost white, catching the overhead lights like frost in sunlight. Tall and slim, she carried herself with elegance. Something in my chest lurched. I couldn’t help it. The snowy color of her hair reminded me of that day, of the endless white falling around twisted metal and broken glass. She moved forward, parting the crowd without a single raised word.

One had golden blond hair that caught the light like fire, one had fiery auburn locks swept back, one had raven black strands that fell sharp over his forehead, and the last had copper red waves that looked almost soft. Was this real? Or some twisted dream I couldn’t escape? “So,” one said with a nasty smirk, “sucking up to Alpha Harlan wasn’t enough? Now you want the rest of us to line up?” My heart broke more. I opened my mouth, but nothing came. What could I say? They’d twist it anyway. Tears kept falling, soaking my collar, but I couldn’t stop them. The one with the golden blond hair stepped closer. “You deaf? Answer me.”