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Mattheo's POV:

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It was my dear, dear, fiance.

Why shouldn't I go see what was happening?

I open the door dramatically, because that's the only correct way, and look around the room.

Lestrange is sat in a chair with Berkshire in front of her on the floor. The other voices I heard came from a group of women.

The women were chatting to themselves while braiding my doll's hair. Her usual perfectly messy, messily perfect curls were now all in similar size braids, reaching the small of her back.

But that's not what caught my attention. While her hair was being braided, she was messing with Berkshire's hair. Twirling strands between her fingers, braiding small parts just to undo them, stroking it.

It made me jealous.

I wanted it to be my hair she was twirling between her fingers. My hair she was treating so gently and delicately.

I even wouldn't mind if she was a bit rougher, I think I'd enjoy it even more then.

The worst part? I don't even know why I wanted it to be me. I can't even stand being in the same room as her, so why do I want to be close to her?

Maybe I've gone mad.

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"Riddle? What are you doing here?"

Berkshire speaks. His face looks like a little kid learning something for the first time. Basically, he looks dumb.

"Came to see what illegal shit you're doing here. But this looks legal, so I'll leave." I turn to leave the room, but a heavily accented voice stops me.

"Mister Riddle, you are zee fiance of zee lady, are you not? What do you think of zee hair?" The lady that spoke looked to be around 40, but with all that make up I had no clue.

I look my doll up and down. "More gold."

I hear an annoyed scoff come from the whore. "Do you know how long this took? And how heavy my head will be with the extensions and the gold?"

"Don't care enough to know. So shut your mouth and be a good bride." I smirk at her and look at the French women. "If there's not enough gold in those braids I'll add it myself. But I won't be gentle."

And with that, I took my grand exit.

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Enzo's POV:

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Well that was weird.

But I don't waste a brain cell to think about what just happened. I need it to read my book. I go back to Alice's story, and Lizzie resumes playing with my hair.

This is nice.

And it continues being nice for another half hour until Lizzie's hair is done. I admire it. If I wasn't in love with Aurora I'd definitely be all over Liz.

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(The hair inspo)

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She looked amazing. It was quite a difference from her usual hair but she still pulled it off.

The braids reach far down her back and end in a curl. They're adorned with dozens of different gold charms, threads and rings.

She looked like a queen.

"How'd you feel?" I ask, seeing the slightest sign of annoyance in her expression.

"Like pulling these charms out of my hair and shoving them down Riddle's throat. The extensions were bad enough, but the gold? I swear it must be real. No fake shit would be this heavy."

"Can't relate." I grin at her and ruffle my hair. I have less than a second before she jumps at me and yanks at my hair. "Ow!" I push her off me and massage my scalp. "I feel bad for you now."

"You better. Or I'll attach lead wires to your hair while you sleep. And those won't come off." She scares me sometimes. I hold my hands up in surrender.

"How about we show the other psychos your hair before we make changes to mine?"

She mutters a response. "Fine."

I offered to hold her braids up while we walked, so the weight wouldn't drag her down. Down through the floor and to the deepest pits of hell.

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Lizzie's POV:

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We found the others in my room, playing chess. Well, Aurora and Tom were playing chess. Draco was tied up in the corner, probably a punishment for cheating. Cathy was sat on my bed, trying random spells on the book in front of her. And Pansy and Daphne were 2 feet away from my sister, making out on my bed.

"I survived!" They all turned their heads to the door, and Enzo let go of my hair. Ow. I spun around so they could see it.

"So? All opinions allowed, but not without consequences."

I turn back to face them, and Enzo is already sat next to his girl, his arm around her waist. Poor him, deprived from her for a few hours.

"If I didn't have a girlfriend I would marry you here on the spot." That remark earned Pansy a slap on the arm from Daphne. "Just marry her, I can be the side chick." I wink at her.

A sentence comes from the corner, muffled by the tape over his mouth. "Mine looks better." I Crucio Draco and ignore him. "You look like a ferret thrown in bleach. And then shaved by a blind person." Aurora shoots back at him, making her twin whine in pain but shut up.

"You look gorgeous L." I can always count on my cousin to say something nice.

"It looks like a form of torture. But a good fucking looking torture." "It is torture, Tom. And your fucking brother made it worse. Told them stylists to add more of these charms. My hair looks like a shop display."

I groaned and collapsed on my bed, next to Cathy. She picked up a braid and smiled. "Pretty. They suit you." She put the braid back down and continued her spell practice.

"Thanks."

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Word count: 976

Not really proud of this chapter. Or myself. But it's here now I guess. Next chapter will be the part before the proposal. So quite boring and mostly a filler.

Just a little note, I'm not a POC, so I don't really know what it feels like to have braids, how long they take or anything. So if something is wrong, comment and I'll change it. All I know is girls (and boys) with braids always look so gorgeous.

Also, 10K reads?! I seriously love, love, love you guys ❀. We also have 170 votes, so if you want something special for 200 I'm open to suggestions. There's also quite a lot of comments, and I love reading them, they're like affirmation for me that I didn't do terrible.

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I'll try fix my update schedule, but can't really promise much. I'm gonna try to write a chapter twice a month but we'll see. And if I haven't updated in ages, I don't mind an "UPDATEEEEE" comment.

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