Yule Ball Hermione Hair Novels & Stories

It was nothing like my Lyra. My head swam as Xio stirred. He was demanding, needing. My eyes scanned the crowd of witches, searching, until I saw her. She was standing at the back of the group, nearly hidden by a taller witch. She was small and delicate, with long, dark hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Her eyes where the color of Zircon. They immediately locked with mine, and a look of utter shock flashed across her face before she quickly looked away.

Her white and onyx hair pulled up into an elegant bun. Her sister Imelda, the freaking Queen of the Underworld following behind her, wore an emerald green gown that made her green eyes stand out even more. Her onyx hair was let down in waves, a black crown sitting perfectly on top. Both of them smiled brightly as they looked at me. "It's time," Nesrin said, her voice as soft and gentle as always. I looked over at Helga, not really sure what to say, as a hundred different emotions and feelings flooded my mind.

Freya came around a few days later, her blonde hair tightly packed into a ponytail and her eyeliner accentuating her cat-like eyes. She was here to help the Queen plan her ball. The Queen announced her intentions for a ball at dinner the previous night, unyielding to the fact that Hazel was still recovering from her hunting injuries and there was a potential threat to her life lingering in the castle. Luca had been against it, but as mother and son shared a passive glare across the table, Luca clenched his fork, giving in to her adamance with a disappointed shake of his head.

Hyeon-sin swallowed dry saliva and blankly looked at the item held in her hand. It was a smooth long straight hair wig of silver hair with a strange purple tint lingering. “Hyo-jin-nim. Do I... really have to wear this?” “Of course! It's a magical item that will make everyone mistake you for LF's real younger sister.” She should say something that makes sense for her to agree. When Hyeon-sin could not open her mouth out of absurdity, Hermann and LF, who were watching from the side, as well tightly shut their mouths as if fed up.

That's when I finally see her. Selene is at the top making her way down. My breath hitches in my throat and my palms become sweaty. My heart completely stops for a moment then speeds up as my stomach flutters. Time completely stops and the room fades away when I see her. She's looks like a goddess sent straight from the heavens above. Her hair is down and curled framing her beautiful round face a silver tiara sparkles in the lights atop her head. Wearing a sleeveless fluffy white ball gown with a pastel blue ribbon tied around her waist. A deep plunge in the top giving her torso a heart shape. It fits perfectly and compliments her curvy figure perfectly. Elegant and beautiful. I find myself

She touched my hair, raising it up in disgust. "We need to do something about this hair of yours, get your dress for the ball ready and see that you're ready in character to be able to attend to the ball." I rolled my eyes at her outburst. I can't believe she has being turning the palace upside down because of the ball. What's so special about the ball anyways.

Merethyl joined us and did my hair in a very elvish fashion, leaving it down and more natural. “It will be easier for Yhendorn to put your crown on if your hair is down,” she said. She added flowers to it which isn’t my thing, but for me, this is Yhen’s day more than mine. And I trust Merethyl to make me look the way I should, so I make Yhen proud. ‘I’m always proud of you, my dragon,’ his voice floats through my head. I know he is, even when I don’t do anything to deserve it. Being in Yhen’s mind is wonderful. I feel so settled, all the time, knowing how much he loves me.

The door might yet close. Privately, she thought the girl's looks should carry the day. Elizabeth, in a ball dress of white crêpe with velvet ribbons spangled with gold, and her hair in a myriad loose curls confined by a ribbon with a bow over her left eye, was a vision to please even the most exacting critic. If only she would be a little conciliating!

Hermione sang, she was wearing a beautiful black blouse with jeans. She had washed her hair and still had a faint blush on both cheeks. Her white skin gleamed like alabaster and Ruke became aware that he had not cleaned up. Hermione however ushered him out of the house, locked her door and they drove back towards the woods.

[Chapter 22] ~Mental Complex~ "Look I'm sorry! But you look amazing?... Kinda." Yosef tries to cover up as the highlighter haired lady speed walks towards us. Her hair, which I assume was a light blonde before, is now a neon orange. It looks awful, the dye job was probably done when she was sleeping or was in her shampoo bottle judging by the unevenness. "Does it? Well then you'll be happy that I dye your fucking ball hair this too, right? Since it looks so fucking great in your eyes." She screeches.