PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT

The Slytherin common room was unusually quiet, the warmth of the fire crackling softly against the stone walls. Y/N sat on one of the plush green armchairs, fidgeting with the ends of her thick, curly hair, which had now exploded into a chaotic mess. It was always a challenge for her to tame the wild curls, but today was one of those days where no matter how hard she tried, her hair seemed to have a life of its own.

"Ugh," she groaned under her breath, attempting to shove the mass of curls back into a ponytail. She pulled and tugged, but it only made things worse. The more she tried to control it, the more her hair rebelled, curling up into tight rings that bounced out of any grip she tried to maintain.

Theo Nott was lounging lazily on one of the couches, his legs propped up, as he flipped through a book with barely any attention paid to it. Draco Malfoy was at the other side of the room, sketching in his notebook with quiet focus. Neither of them seemed to notice Y/N's struggle... that is, until she had an idea.

In a quick motion, Y/N snatched two quills from the table where Theo and Draco had left them. She looked around to ensure no one was watching—though in reality, they were all too busy to care—and shoved them into her hair, strategically placing them to hold her unruly curls up in a makeshift bun. It wasn't a perfect solution, but it worked. The quills dug in just enough to keep the chaos on top of her head contained.

Theo was the first to glance over, his eyes flicking from his book to Y/N's head. He stared, blinking in disbelief, before slowly raising an eyebrow. "Y/N," he said with a hint of amusement, "what in the name of Merlin is that on your head?"

Y/N spun around dramatically, a playful grin spreading across her face. "What?" she asked with mock innocence. "I'm just making use of the resources at hand."

Draco snorted and shook his head, clearly unable to hide his amusement. "Is that... our quills?" he asked, leaning forward and squinting at the sight.

Y/N gave a shrug, grinning. "What else was I supposed to use? My hair was driving me mad."

Mattheo Riddle, who had been sitting in the corner with a book in his hands, had been watching the whole exchange with a bemused smirk. He pushed off the armchair and walked over to her, his gaze lingering on her wild curls and the two quills poking out from the mess.

"I can't believe you actually did that," he said, chuckling softly. He reached up to gently push one of her curls out of her face. "You've gone mad, you know that?" he teased, his voice affectionate despite the slight disbelief.

Y/N turned toward him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Well, it worked, didn't it?" she said with a shrug, flicking a quill dramatically. "I'm resourceful."

Theo and Draco were still laughing in the background, exchanging looks and shaking their heads at the absurdity of it all. Draco's voice rang out, playful yet mocking. "You should wear that for the next Slytherin event. You'd be the center of attention for sure."

Y/N smirked, glancing at Mattheo. "Should I make this a trend?" she asked, eyes twinkling with mischief.

Mattheo's lips curled into a smile, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. He ran a hand through his hair before crossing his arms. "I mean, if you want to be known as the one who uses other people's quills as hair accessories, go for it."

She huffed dramatically, giving him a playful glare. "Fine," she said, sticking her tongue out at him. "But only if you approve."

Mattheo laughed, stepping closer and gently brushing a few curls from her face. "I approve," he said with a soft smile, "but only if you promise me you won't steal all of Theo and Draco's things for your hair again."

Y/N raised an eyebrow and put a hand on her hip, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, but they're just lying around, practically begging for me to use them."

Theo's voice broke in from across the room. "Yeah, and now we're going to need to get new quills because you've turned ours into hair ornaments."

"Well, that's your problem," Y/N called back with a wink. "Maybe you should hide them next time."

Draco threw up his hands, half-exasperated and half-laughing. "You're impossible."

Mattheo, however, wasn't finished with his teasing. He dug around in his pocket and pulled out a small, black hair tie, holding it out to her. "I've got a hair tie," he said, his voice teasing. "That should work, right?"

Y/N glanced at the tiny thing in his hand, raising an eyebrow. "That little thing?" she asked incredulously, her voice dripping with disbelief. "That will never hold my hair. It'll break in seconds."

Mattheo smirked, unfazed by her reaction. "Well, it was worth a shot," he said nonchalantly, handing it to her anyway.

Y/N gave a dramatic sigh and took the hair tie from him, twirling it between her fingers. "It's cute, Mattheo, but it's not going to cut it," she said with a smirk. "I'm sticking with my quill bun. It's stylish and practical."

Theo snickered from across the room. "You really are something else, Y/N."

"Hey," she said, grinning, "at least it works."

Mattheo just shook his head, his eyes soft with affection. "Only you could pull off something so ridiculous and still look good."

Y/N couldn't help but smile. "You know it."

With that, she turned back to the mirror, admiring her makeshift quill bun with a sense of pride. Sure, it wasn't the most glamorous hairstyle in the world, but it had solved her hair problems—at least for now. The boys' laughter and teasing only made her smile wider, knowing that no matter how ridiculous she looked, she'd always be surrounded by friends who loved her just as she was.

AN the amount of times ive stolen ppls pens/prncels to hold my har up is a lot i even did a sick bc i was desprate