29)A good Die job

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She beckons me to sit and I do so. "What are you doing?" I ask as I watch her lighting a candle.

"I want to re-read your fortune," she turns and smiles.

"I've been practicing."

"Oh yeah? On who?" I question her. She seems to have a lot of new skills under her belt.

"Lee lets me sometimes but usually I just practice on myself."
I watch her blow out the lit match and throw it in the bin beside her.

"And?" I raise and drop my eyebrows. "What does it say?"

She shrugs. "Well I'm not very good...but every time I've read it it's been 'death' or 'horror' and then the next time it's 'happiness' and 'greatness'!" She laughs. "So don't take this too literally!"

I smile. She pulls a seat up infront of me and grabs my hand in hers. Her fingers trace the lines on my palm. The waft of the candle suddenly hits me. Strong green apple and pine wood it seems.

"A long life," she smiles as she looks up to me before looking back down.

"Lots of admirers ohhh," she teases. "Let's see...a tragedy...hmm...they never let us have it too good!" She remarks as she reads from a book and compares my palm to some of the markings in it.

"A long term trouble that you must release..." she continues.

I gulp slightly. It's been eating me up inside recently. My father.

'He has a plan for you....' he whispers in my ear. 'He has...great plans for you..."

I close my eyes to it and pretend it never happened. Like always.

She's been brave, I tell myself, she's been brave enough to tell me her deepest secret.

"My father." I say out loud. She looks up to me in slight confusion at my sudden remark.

I gulp slightly as I meet her eye. "I don't...have a good relationship with him..." I begin. It's hard for me to talk about this to anybody, but something about the look in her eye eases and coaxes me to continue.

"I can't escape him. I look so much like him...but-I don't...I don't want to be like him...I'm scared..." I hang my head vulnerably. It's different to say these things out loud.

"He's not a good person but I'm not like him." I strongly say. I look back up to her pretty face. A tear in my eye that I don't want to be there.

"You know...sometimes we can't change people..." she sadly tells me. Her voice suddenly more gentle. "But we can change ourselves, and you have! Draco you're a good person...you're brave and smart and you're changing yourself for the better everyday!" She grabs my hand lovingly in hers and squeezes it.

"And I want to help you! Every step of the way..." she smiles weakly. I nod and look down. I don't want her to see me like this...vulnerable and sad. But it feels good to finally have somebody to talk to, to trust. Suddenly there is a light at the end of the tunnel for me.

"But sometimes...people need to change on the outside too...it helps I swear." She suggests.I look up to see her biting her lip nervously.

"What?" I ask, sounding more agitated than I meant to.

"Lets dye your hair!" She exclaims, looking like a light bulb just went off in her head.

"No."
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Celina POV

I paint Draco's beautiful virgin hair with the dye brush included in the box. I found it in one of my roommates bags. She constantly dyes her mouse brown hair black so the room always smells of harsh chemicals.

"Are you sure this won't absolutely destroy my hair?" He questions frightfully. He had no idea what hair dye was. Most wizards use magic to change their appearance but my roommate believes that the muggle method provides more 'realistic' and 'long lasting results.'

"Positive!" I lie. In fairness, my roommate Hilda's hair does look a bit fried...but I'm sure it's just because she dyes it every week!

"Finished..." I beam as I pat dry the last few strands of wet hair. "Don't look yet!" I beg him as he reaches for a hand mirror that I quickly snatch out of his grasp. He shoots me an evil look and tuts.

I sit back and admire his new look. Why does it actually look so good on him...
His side profile is actually gorgeous now that I take more time to look at it. I smile from my heart outwards and glee fills my every cell.

"The hell are you smirking at?" He pretends to be angry as he rips the mirror from me while I giggle.

"Hmm...." he frowns slightly as he ruffles his hair up in the mirror. "Uhmm..." he frowns but this time it's an 'okay maybe' type of frown.
"I...love it." He suddenly beams happily. I watch his face light up from the side as he laughs slightly. I laugh with him and shake my hands excitedly, I rest my head on his shoulder and watch him admiring his new look in the mirror. The warmth of the common room provides a homely feeling and I could almost fall asleep right now.

Happy and with the one person I can't bear to think of a replacement for.

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