Die... uh, I mean Dye OPEN

Piérre crept about the abandoned toilets, having just sent an owl back to Mathilda in the Ministry. Smiling to himself, he ran carefully closer to the bathrooms. It was a quick and easy task, something in his mischievous nature he had promised he would do: get in the bathroom, snag a toilet seat, sprint back to the owlrey, and then send Dubuque on his merry way, letter and package in tow. It was with love from Piérre, of course.

He ducked into the he nearest bathroom, having just barely avoided a Prefect patrol. Two days in, and he still hadn’t caused mischief. It was a new all time low for him. He needed that to change. A new world, full of things to explore and discover, and he hadn’t even tried to cause chaos yet. That would swiftly change.

Putting his hands in his pockets, Piérre whistled a merry melody, trying to act inconspicuous as he glanced fleetingly about the bathroom, looking for both the toilet seat which was the neatest, and the one which would be the easiest to remove. Fortunately for him, his twin, Romeo, was back in the Gryffindor dorm, already prepping for his schedule and attempting to cast some simplistic mending spells on his own, which of course, was quite impossible.

Just then, Piérre’s eyes settled on the perfect seat. It almost seemed to glow with a celestial light. It was perfect. Shiny and clean white, perfect to be written on, and it looked just the right size for Dubuque, who was an enormous white and speckled grey great horned owl.

Smile spreading, Piérre sprinted for the toilet, already looking it over for the easiest way to remove it. It was quite loose, and that was probably the reason why it was so clean; nobody had used it for quite a while. Oh well, all the easier for him. He would be doing the school a favor by disposing of it.

His fingers danced around the hinges, already beginning to pry the top away. How much fun was he going to have with this? Maybe he would wear it around his neck as he dashed down the hall again, or perhaps he could hang it up somewhere in the school somewhere, maybe on the displayed antlers of a mythical beast, or maybe in a classroom... Oh, Potions! That would be brilliant! First he would display the seat and then when he was through with it, he would_

"How do you wash out hair dye?"

A panicked scream echoed in the bathrooms.

Piérre’s head snapped to the noise. It sounded like a girl, perhaps just a bit older than him. Piérre considered snatching the seat and bolting for it, after all, she was a girl and he was a guy, and she was older than him. He would get in serious trouble for sneaking around the school like he was, especially when he was expected to be in his dorm room.

But what if she really did need help? Besides the request sounded innocent enough.

Snatching the toilet lid, which snapped off with a sharp crack!, Piérre followed the sound of the scream. Tentatively turning the corner, he looked into the bathroom.

In the center of the room, a girl, older than Piérre, was staring in horror at her reflection. Her hair was a crookedly cut and ragged brown, as if she had tried to cut her own hair and had had no experience previous. Tears were just barely beginning to pool in her eyes and she frantically ran her fingers through her shorn locks. Piérre could just barely make out through her thick hair, as she parted it and ruffled it, the faintest traces of cyan blue. That must have been her hair color before she dyed it.

Carefully, Piérre stepped into the room, not daring to appear in the mirror’s reflection.

”Hair... dye?” He asked carefully. Piérre had had no previous experience with hair dye, but he had had much experience with styling short and crazy locks, due to the nature of his own mussed chestnut hair. He shifted the toilet lid from hand to hand, tipping his head. ”Why would you want to kill your hair? It’s really pretty the way it is.” He smiled carefully, trying to lighten the mood and encourage the distraught girl to laugh.