When everyone tells us what we can be
How can we rewrite the stars?
How can we rewrite the stars?
Initially Hesper felt a sense of smug satisfaction as she watched Miss Farrow's hair multiply in length a hundred fold. It vanished, however, when she sensed something change in her opponent. It was more instinct than conscious observation but she felt suddenly quite sure that she'd done more than just make Miss Farrow's hair grow long, something that was possibly a little bit cruel. Maybe it was her conscience or maybe it was something about Miss Farrow's reaction - she didn't seem happy about it but that was hardly surprising.
She was probably imagining it, what was the problem anyway? Miss Farrow was a girl, wasn't she? Girls had long hair and she ought to look more ladylike. Rictusempra! She still couldn't quite shake the guilt so she thought to win the duel with the tickling charm. She'd have no reason to feel guilty if Miss Farrow was laughing.
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