As they reached the counter, Rowan's hand came up and reflexively touched the silver curls. With another sigh, she cast Cartwright a pained look . "My sister, Maisie. She wanted to cast a simple spell to make my hair a bit shinier, and instead of that, I ended up looking like someone spilled a tub of silver ink on it." While it wasn't the most horrid thing in the world that Maisie had accidentally done, she wasn't enthusiastic about keeping it. Her sister had done far worse with far less to go off of, and Rowan liked to at least include Maisie in things to lift her spirits. Balls like this weren't quite possible for her to attend. Any sign of the sickness she had, and she would have to be sent home with no indication of how long it would take her to recover.

"Honestly, I think she would make a good hairdresser if all of her feats weren't by accident." Rowan added in defense of Maisie. "It's not as if she's made me sprout antlers."

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