Cameron watched in awe as her hair began to shift from its greyish-blue state to its natural brown with the pink ends she'd started adding. He smiled and ran his hand down her braid, his fingers pulling out a few wispy strands. Sloane looked almost as suspect with not a hair out of place as she did with no hair in place. "Now it's perfect," he said, giving it a little tug before he dropped his hand altogether.

Despite her more neutral appearance, he knew that she had to be feeling plain awful still. She could chuckle and smile, but that didn't change the fact that her friendship with Sisse had been drastically altered (and likely because of him). He couldn't help the feeling of guilt that overwhelmed him as he smiled down at her, but he knew better than to say anything. He just had to let her be and trust that she'd let him in when she needed him.

(Everything really was different. Entirely different.)

"Or we could write notes in disappearing ink and then write really generic notes between the lines," he suggested, already mentally running through a list of topics he could write to Sloane about as a cover. Quidditch practice, classwork, friendships, study sessions, more classwork, overdue homework, professional quidditch—the list went on and on.

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