Ron Weasley Long Hair Novels & Stories

Since I’ve never met a witch I guess that shouldn’t surprise me, but what does surprise me is when I focus on the woman whose hand I’m shaking. She looks young. Closer to mine and Raven’s age than my parents. She’s got vibrant red curly hair. It’s such a deep red, almost maroon, that it must not be natural. Her green eyes and freckles stand out against her pale skin. She’s only a couple inches shorter than Raven so she must be about average height for human women. “It’s nice to meet you.” My voice catches at the end, making it sound like a question. “It’s the hair, right? I was playing around with a color changing potion at the school last month and one of the kids picked up the wrong herb b

It was Ronan. He was slumped in a chair that looked far too small for his frame, his head resting on the edge of my mattress, right against my arm. His signature black hair, usually styled to perfection, was a chaotic mess, and I could see the silver strands at his temples catching the harsh fluorescent light. He looked smaller like this. Vulnerable. A small, shaky smile touched my lips, despite the fire in my head. I moved my right hand—every muscle screaming in protest—and gently sank my fingers into the thick, dark thatch of his hair.

Khloe's voice trailed off as she suddenly felt someone behind her playing with her hair. Leona nervously smiled, watching Khloe slowly lose her sanity as Terrell kept twisting and braiding, basically playing around with her poofy hair as if it was something he had never seen before. Leona envied Terrell just a bit because deep down, she had always wanted to touch Khloe's hair. She was like Merida except her hair was blonde and seemed more full in volume. Now that Leona looked closer, she could see that Khloe was indeed a very pretty girl.

It had never been that long before and Gwen had no desire to cut it. "Well, now that I'm allowed to wear it long so I will. I've had enough of short hair." Gwen then turned her attention to Ace and looked at his hair. He had also let it grow a bit. He had these beautiful brown curls that Gwen adored and always pestered him not to cut him. It was a cute messy style on his head and more often than not, Gwen found her hands in her hair. "I can say the same about you." she smiled.

His companion, Geisi, is a she-wolf and archon with golden hair and green eyes, of striking beauty. The couple formed by Enril and Leia is distinguished by their bright blue hair, matching their eyes. On the other hand, the Alpha werewolf, Oto, has shiny black hair that contrasts with the eyes of his Moon, Gil, who has white hair and grey eyes, also extremely beautiful. Together, this group is extremely striking in the school due to their peculiarity and stunning beauty, attracting the attention of both girls and boys. Upon reaching the office, the secretary takes their papers and looks at them quizzically.

The once blonde hair shedding itself off into a golden, longer version that was almost similar to Rapunzel’s. “Lena is the treasure?” I whispered, a sharp breath escaping my lips.

The ladies seemed professional and there really wasn’t anything to lose, so we sat and let them do their jobs. As werewolves, our genes produce rapid growth and healing, which would repair any damages should any occur. *** It took two hours for our hairdos to be done, but worth the time. My waist length jet black hair, now mid back, a regular bang, colour deep brown. Kylie’s curly brown hair, now a reddish highlight, looks lovely. Let’s just hope Max likes mines, to go back to square one over something so petty, would be heartbreaking. “Worried about what he’ll think”

He's such a good little puppy. We reach the front door just as two warriors lead the two witches in. I remember Ariel. She's beautiful with long black hair with a few grey streaks. The witch next to her is gorgeous. She has long blonde hair, big dark blue eyes, and a body that suddenly makes me self-conscious. If we hadn't already marked each other, I'd take Wyatt to our bedroom and lock him up.

I jolted awake from my memories and realized I had fallen asleep with my head on the table. Ronan had come back at some point. He stood not far away, quietly looking at my hair. His expression was unreadable. Ever since the wolfsbane worsened, I had had no energy to care for myself. I usually let my long hair hang in a tangled mess. However, now, it had been braided into something neat and beautiful. It looked simple, but it took a lot of effort to do. Only the 18-year-old Ronan had ever had the patience to braid my hair like this.

"That’s why you swore even more than usual that day. And why you dyed it dark purple the next day." I shook my head, "fine. Everyone makes mistakes. I still remember the time that you wanted a mohawk, but you tried to do it yourself and shaved it way too crooked. You had to shave your whole head after that." Argo looked pissed, "mom! Don’t tell my sister that!" Airk laughed, "he didn’t look that bad with a buzzcut, actually." "No, he didn’t. But I love his curls better." I replied. "Aaro, sorry, Aeryn has curls. Really big hair, actually, but the headmistress Myrtle hated it, and she always had to wear a bun." Elora said softly.