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Ronan missed his car. It used to be so easy to stomp his way out of Monmouth and get into the BMW and take off. He could find a drag race somewhere outside of town and take the money of every single child that showed up and then come back with Gansey none the wiser.

Gansey had always known though. But, that wasn't really possible here. The room was too small to stay in so Ronan had reluctantly come down to the common room to see what was going on. He flipped on the television but didn't pay any attention to it.

Nope, he was there to see what he could find for Chainsaw, the black raven that was currently sitting on his shoulder. Chainsaw seemed to be taken with new surroundings but not enough to fly away.

"What do you want?" Ronan asked in a voice that was a lot softer than the one he usually used. "Hungry?"

Chainsaw squawked, "Kerah," which was her name for Ronan and flapped her fingers.

"Okay, let's find something."

The kitchen seemed to be decently stocked so he'd just steal something for the both of them.

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"Ronan." He was so not used to people not knowing him. Everyone in Henrietta either knew him or knew of him. Or at least his family. "She's Chainsaw."

Who probably rivaled a few people and things in weirdness.

"Everyone tells me this place is fitting for weird people."

"No, seriously," Rapunzel assured him, letting Pascal scurry back into her hair. "It's like heaven for weirdos. And I wouldn't want it any other way. You're new, huh?"

"If I said no, would you believe me?"

He guessed not. Ronan knew he didn't have the look of some reclusive student who'd been around for months and was just now emerging from his hole.

"I would've if you hadn't just said that." Rapunzel smiled, and snapped her fingers. "Darn. Missed your shot to fool one of us. Are you doing okay so far? It seems like kind of...an adjustment, for most of us."

"I'm fine, it's fine," he stated blandly. "I got the requisite warnings when I got here. This place is weird, it's hard to handle, I can help, you can come to me, blah blah blah..."

He trailed off and shook his head.

"You seem remarkably unfazed," Rapunzel noted, wandering into the kitchen to grab some cereal down from on top of the fridge before padding over to a couch with it, her hair trailing along after her. "Though that's sweet that enough people offered to help you that you can blah-blah-blah at it."

Aww, friends.

"I've seen weird stuff before." Admittedly, not weird like this place but still. Weird. "What's with your hair?"

Even Chainsaw seemed a little fascinated by all that hair. Ronan had nothing like that for her to nest in.

"What about it?" Rapunzel asked, smiling sweetly.

She wouldn't be able to keep that up for long, no, but if he was going to be all cavalier about this place, then she could act like having seventy feet of hair was perfectly normal.

"Oh, nothing," he said, rolling his eyes at that answer. "The fact that it's nine thousand feet long is totally a common occurrence. Completely run of the mill."

"Oh, I thought you were so used to weird things!" Rapunzel remarked, wide eyed even as the corner of her mouth twitched. "You mean you haven't seen someone with this much hair before? It's only seventy feet or so, by the way. Maybe like, seventy-two. I haven't measured in awhile."

Pause.

"And it's magic." She shrugged, smiling easily.

"Magic hair," he repeated dubiously. "How can hair be magic? Does it braid itself?"

"Pfff, I wish," Rapunzel told him, outright giggling, finally. "No, it glows when I sing."

You know, how hair does. Totally normal.

"And it does some other stuff. But it loses its powers if I cut it, so...." She shrugged.

"Glows when you sing," Ronan repeated slowly, eyes narrowing. "So, you're a night light?"

"And it does some other stuff," Rapunzel repeated, smiling more widely. "But the glowing's a side effect. Sometimes I use it to find stuff under the bed or whatever, though, yeah. Wanna see?"

Because she could at least show him that much. She wasn't totally up for explaining the healing part, just yet. That was what made her hair valuable, after all.

"Do I wanna see your glowing hair?" Ronan asked, glancing down at Chainsaw for a second. She offered no answers. "Yeah, why not?"

Rapunzel shot him a grin, then pulled her hair into a pile so he'd be able to see the glow well.

"Flower gleam and glow,
Let your power shine
Make the clock reverse,
Bring back what once was mine...."

She stopped there, but the light had already begun to trickle from the crown of her head, and her hair was still sparkling about halfway down its length when she stopped singing.

"So," she offered, "now you can say you've seen magic hair, too. Another weird thing for your list."

Yeah, her hair was definitely glowing. Ronan wasn't surprised but he was a little interested. Slightly. Very slightly.

"How?" he asked, the one word sounding demanding though he didn't really mean it to be. It was just his way.

"Magic," Rapunzel said casually. "I don't really know, honestly. But I've been able to do it since I was little. And it's only that song that does it."

She gave him a playful look, and admitted, "There's more to it, but I didn't want to bore you with my singing."

Ronan rolled his eyes. He knew what she was doing and he was just going to let her do it. Didn't really care about the magic hair that much, interesting as it was.

"I appreciate you looking out for my well being," he drawled slowly. "Boring might send me back home and I'd just miss out on so many things here, wouldn't I?"

"Well, yeah, and I'd be sad if you went home," Rapunzel told him sincerely, leaning her chin in her hands. "I mean, I only just met you. And you haven't even told me what's up with your bird yet."

"What do you mean what's up with her?" Ronan asked, glancing at Chainsaw. "She's a bird. End of story."

"Yeah, but like, how'd you get her, is she heavy, does she like to go outside usually, do you always have her on your shoulder like that, why'd you name her Chainsaw, can she talk...?" Rapunzel offered, tilting her head.

See? Plenty of questions about the bird, still.

3rd Floor Common Room | Tuesday Afternoon

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