Moon and Stars

two

"We call them Pukka Personality Pasties. They change your hair color to whatever mood you're feeling in that particular moment. Fred was feeling happy, so his hair became yellow." Says George, motioning to Fred's golden hair.

"And if I recall correctly, indigo means frightened or timid, and you were scared about taking a bite, so your hair matched your mood." Says Fred, pointing to my hair. Ginny snickered but tried to cover it up with a cough, whereas Ron let out a loud guffaw.

"Bloody hell, it's brilliant." He says, clutching his stomach and earning a glare from Aurora.

"How long does it last?" Asks Ginny, messing with a strand of Aurora's indigo hair. George and Fred share a look between one another, before turning back to Ginny and simply shrugging.

"Haven't worked out the kinks yet," Says George, followed by Fred, "Hopefully soon, I look ridiculous." He says, running a hand through his hair.

Fred gives Aurora the up down, while she's too preoccupied with her own colored hair to notice.

"At least Aura's is suiting." He says, bending down to eye level of her, where she meets his gaze. Aurora felt her cheeks heat up at the close proximity of Fred, but also the small complement he gave her.

"Dull and blue, just like her personality." He says, smirking. Aurora scoffs and pushes him away, the laughs of the other Weasley's filling her ears.

She couldn't help but laugh along, the feeling of whatever moment they had pushed away.

"Well I'm taking a shower in hopes that it will rinse out." She chuckles, turning and trotting up the stairs.

"Oh, Rory! I should join you, my hair's just as colored!" Shouts Fred from the den, making the Weasley's burst into another fit of laughter.

"In your dreams, Golden Boy!" She shouts back, rolling her eyes and chuckling to herself as she closes the bathroom door behind her. In privacy at last, she lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

Why she was holding the breath, she also doesn't know. Why Fred's casual flirting is making her feel things all of a sudden, she also doesn't know. She grew up around that boy, and he's always been such a casual flirt, but it never struck her heart in a certain way that it was now.

Shaking her head, she undressed and hopped in the shower, praying the indigo goes down the drain with the rest of the water. After washing her hair not once, but thrice, and seeing the color staying strong, she gave up and got out, putting her same clothes back on.

"What are you doing to me, Weasley?" She whispered to herself in the mirror, not quite knowing if she was talking about the prank, or her emotions. It's not close to a full moon, and her biorhythms aren't due to spike for another two weeks, so either her womanly cycle is about to hit, or she's gone mental.

Going back downstairs, she sees the den is now empty, but hears someone in the kitchen. Walking in, she sees the bright yellow hair, and instantly knows it'd Fred.

"Hey, where's everyone else?" She says, making Fred nearly drop the glass he was holding.

"Blimey, Aura, you scared me half to death." He says, muttering a quiet aguamenti and filling the glass before turning back around, smirking at the still colored hair.

"Nice indigo. Shower no good?" He asks, making Aurora smile and shake her head no.

"Sadly no, you've ruined me," She chuckles, "But that's beside the point, where is everyone?" She asks again.

"Oh, yeah, outside. Small quidditch practice for Ginny before she returns, since she's the new captain." He says curtly, taking another sip of his water. Aurora nods at his response, and the room falls into an unusual silence. Though not an awkward silence, it's a rare silence.

"I would ask you to accompany me to join their mini quidditch game, but seeing you've just been cleaned, it's a rather odd request." He says, waving a hand at her still wet hair. Aurora gives him a smile, and he smirks back, his eyes drifting to the window. Her own gaze drifts to her feet for a moment, before an idea comes to mind.

"Care to watch a movie with me?" She asks, making him look back at her and pause for a moment.

"Your dad has quite the collection of good muggle movies, and I just thought it'd be nice to wait out the effects of your pastry, but it's alright if you-" She starts, but is cut off by Fred running by her to the den.

"Last one to the couch has to watch whatever the other chooses!" He shouts, making a smile creep onto Aurora's face as she takes off after the yellow haired boy.

By the time she's in the den, Fred had already picked out a movie and is sat on the couch, patting the spot next to him. Rolling her eyes, Aurora takes a seat next to him and grabs the blanket from over the back of the couch.

Fred had chose to watch some random muggle movie she had already seen countless times, but had to watch it because rules are rules. He plays the movie, and picks up his glass of water, taking a sip before turning to Aurora.

"Want me to fetch you a glass?" He asks, and Aurora snorts, shaking her head.

"I think I'll be getting my own things from now on, don't want another situation again." She jokes, messing with a strand of her indigo hair. The longer she had it, the less she disliked it. It reminded her of the color of the night sky, and was a fresh look as compared to the normal blonde.

"Fair enough, Aura, but you can't say I didn't offer!" He retorts, putting his focus back on the small television screen.

And there they were. Left to wait for the color to fade. Two friends, watching a movie together on the couch with nothing else. Aurora seemed to have to remind herself of that last part.