Fourth Floor Common Room [late evening]

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Aravis could, once again, not sleep. So tonight she was curled up on the couch (where she had absolutely not fallen asleep the night before) and was watching whatever had come up on the television while sipping tea and poking at a roll of something called Rolos that she'd handwavily gotten earlier, along with a heap of other candies.

She would probably welcome company. And maybe share her candy. Maybe.

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[swerval_zero]

"No, I graduated in May," Zero explained. "I'll be leavin' in a few weeks, in fact." She started to unwind the towel from her hair. Her bright pink hair.

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Aravis stared good and hard.

"...do not be alarmed, but something has happened to your head."

[swerval_zero]

"What? What's wrong with it? Did it go all orangey again?" Zero grabbed a lock of her hair to glare at. "Oh. No, it's fine."

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"It's a violent shade of pink," Aravis said, and then paused as it caught up to her. "...you've done that on purpose? It's...lovely."

[swerval_zero]

"Yeh, it's dye," Zero said with a shrug as she continued examining her hair for any spots she might have missed. "Manic Panic, y'know. Or maybe you don't," she added, eyeing Aravis speculatively. "Not from around here, are you?"

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She shook her head. "Manic panic? Is there something wrong?"

[swerval_zero]

"S'the name of the brand of hair dye," Zero explained with a grin.