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all harry potter, flopsies, g - pg, harry potter g - pg13, remus/snape, remuscentric, snapecentric

The Dye Job and The Shave; G.
Note: The Dye Job was just a silly idea I had; The Shave was a twisted interpretation of the prompt 'Remus Lupin gets rid of his grey hair'.



Gilderoy Lockhart had once told Severus that his trick to winning fair maidens' hearts was his glorious head of golden hair (Severus used to mutter "on a platter" under his breath). Why he'd thought listening to him was a good idea, he wasn't sure, but it was true that in matters of the heart Lockhart had more experience than he. Theoretically speaking.

Ergo, having found an object of affection and set out to woo her, the logical first step seemed clear.

He stared at his reflection, stunned.

"Blond doesn't look too good on you, does it?" Remus Lupin asked, from the doorway of the upstairs bathroom at Grimmauld Place. Snape was still in shock, standing before the sink, and didn't answer. "Especially white-blond. Makes you look like one of Lucius Malfoy's groupies."

Severus continued to stare.

"It's your skin tone, you see," Lupin added, amiably. "I suppose you used a magical fixative, didn't you."

"It's permanent," Snape said, in horror. "I'll have to shave off all my hair."

"Fortunately, I know a spell -- "

"FIX IT!"

Lupin held out a hand over the crown of Snape's head, pointing with his wand in his other hand, and eased it back while muttering to himself in Greek. Slowly the horrifying blond faded into a suitable shade of black. He repeated the move down the sides of his head, but left the tips a paler shade.

"Now," Lupin said, seating himself on the tub, "we're going to go about your courtship of Emmeline Vance properly."

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The Shave

"But not the moustache." Snape sounded puzzled. "You left your moustache alone."

"I like my moustache."

"Why?"

Remus Lupin looked up into the mirror, not at Severus Snape but at his reflection. Snape would never stoop to something so casual as leaning against the bathroom wall, but his arms were crossed and his lips were twitching. It looked like he might be trying not to laugh.

"Don't answer," Snape continued.

"I thought it might make me look younger."

"And you would want that why?"

"Because I'm thirty-six and I look like I'm fifty?"

"Having our mid-life crisis a bit early, are we?"

"Says the man who dyed his hair bright yellow last year."

"We promised never to speak of that," Snape hissed.

"Listen, no one asked you to come in here and give your opinion, you just barged in while I was cleaning up. So if you would like to give an opinion please do so and then depart."

Snape reached out and ran a hand over Lupin's bald scalp, so quickly that he didn't have time to duck.

"It's....smooth," he conceded, and vanished out the door.

Remus grinned at himself in the mirror.

"I like it," he announced, to no one in particular.