Yule Ball Hermione Hair นิยาย & เรื่องราว

[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.

She's already feeling comfortable when a maid's voice spoke in front of her. "Your Highness, we still have to do your hair." Morrigan sighed and stood up from the sofa. Although she reject the idea of attending a ball two days after she went back of the kingdom, she couldn't appeal against it for it was insisted by the ministers to finally letting the world know she is back. If she was still the same playful princess in the past she would have just asked for a leave and let her be alone for the night as she prefers to play inside her room than attending boring and diplomatic parties. And if her royal father insisted she will ask the maids to dress her in her most comfortable yet formal dress

We agreed tulle did not look good on me weeks ago, but this full ballgown made of tulle with slight lace detailing really did look good on me. “It went well. Ron and Liz hit it off with my Grandparents and they agreed to coming for more events my Grandmama hosts. I think Liz and Grandmama are going to be spending more time together.” Millia carefully curls my hair into a cascading updo, the amethyst tipped hair pins shining in the light as she rearranges my hair. I asked her why she is curling my already curly hair and she stated to neaten them and add a regal flare to my look.

Jamie looked disappointed, as Oakheart continued, “But, The Summer Ball is in an hour! I have already asked Garry the stable hand to accompany you as he has an invitation. You will need one of those to get past the Guards. Once you are in you can see the Lord and King. In the meantime, you need a bath and hair wash. They won’t let you in if you look like a hedge!” Mrs Oakheart pushed her into the bathhouse and made sure Jamie had a good bath. She proceeded to brushJamie’s hair whilst tutting, “Where in the Goddess have you been? Why do you have all these oak leaves and twigs in your hair? Dear me! Dear me!” Mrs Oakheart then pinned Jamie’s hair up, with red ringlets coming down in strategic

She prances over to one of the women, dancing around her excitedly before rubbing her fur against her. I watch as the woman kneels down and pets her fur lovingly. "You're very special to me, Nia. This isn't your fault," she says, causing Nia to howl softly, acknowledging what she's being told. "My name is Hecate, little one," the woman with long dark hair responds. She stands tall in front of the other two. Her black, wavey hair matched the darkness of the dress that flowed to her ankles. A silver crown with a crescent moon resting in the middle, each point of the moon facing the sky.

She has that main character vibe with that long and wavy pastel pink hair and aqua blue eyes. She looks so beautiful under the moonlight with her delicate features and white dress. It made me slightly envious. This was Luna. Now, I just have to find a way to get Cadmus here too, I turned around to go back to the ball room but just then, a group of girls threw a red wine at my face.

she said aloud with resolve and redetermination. "Did you say something, madam?" Hermione was suddenly pulled back to reality. She caught her reflection in the mirror before glancing at the hairstylist currently curling her hair. The young woman paused, looking nervous, waiting for a response. Hermione had lost herself in thought and probably looked like a zombie staring into space. Yes, she was in a hair salon. She coughed and shook her head. "No, you may continue." The stylist nodded and resumed her work on Hermione's now honey-blond hair. She had applied a little dye to make it more presentable.

Oh dear… “Quickly, have something to eat then take a long refreshing bath. Your team would want to see you ready and hyped for this match. You are going to win tonight.” I turned from Ken to Courtney then snorted before leaving. “Oh, Hermione… You do the same. We need to fix that hair of yours.” Courtney said. The look she had on her face did not look impressed when she mentioned my hair. I touched my ginger locks thinking there was something on it. I did not see anything wrong with my hair. On the contrary, it was the healthiest it has ever been. Since I started living with Aunt Courtney, I have been exposed expensive hair products that helped my hair significantly.

I do not know if this message will reach you, but I have set the plan in motion to save this country and mankind. Remember the dream I told you, years ago about a woman with bright orange hair, and you thought that I was delusional for I had the premonition that this country is nearing its impending doom? It was true, brother. Tonight, the King will hold a Ball in the Palace. My close acquaintance, Yvonne will bring the moonchild into the ball and will meet Asthenosthene, the woman with the orange eyes. I am sure that the moonchild will fall for her, I've seen it, in my dreams.

Somehow, she felt a little sympathetic to Yara who was blasted away with an invisible force, though lucky for her she hadn’t smashed her head on the wall. Sheels nodded at Perry who craned her neck to have a better look at Hera and had ended up wishing she didn’t. For in the rubbles of the destroyed column sat Hera whose eyes were ablaze, her purple hair now stretched longer the way they used to, which was also glimmering such dark energy that made every strand of hair all over her body prickle. “Hera?” whispered Perry, moving a little closer, her heart drumming so hard she bet even Sheels could hear it.