Her mother was going to kill her, and Liesel would be guilty of everything she’d been dying for. Ever since she’d turned 17, she’d been casting spells as often as she could, apparating every where, and being a nuisance. She’d already been yelled at three times, and was just waitng for the other shoe to fall. And it would, once her mother saw her. Since she was 11, she’d had blonde hair. The first time it’d been blonde was when one of her cousins decided that Liesel was the perfect doll to play with. Ana had been 19, and dumb, so when Liesel’s mum blew up that the fact that her daughters hair was a bright blonde, she’d been flabbergasted. The spell causing her hair to change colours had been cast awry, so that when people tried to break it, it just got lighter and lighter. It never faded, and even her roots grew out blonde. So when she went to school, she was just that blonde German girl.
On a whim, she’d gotten a book on hairstyling that she’d only paid a knut for at the Used Book Shoppe. She’d been toying with the styling spells, and perfected a bun that would keep hair out of her face when she was dueling. Her scalp had begun to tingle, and she’d thought nothing of it until she looked at her hair, and watched the dark colour bleed into the blonde until it was gone. Liesel had been staring into the mirror for at least an hour, ignoring the hustle and bustle of the house around her. Who was this person staring at her in the mirror? She looked paler, her cheekbones seemed more prominent. Liesel ran her hands over her face, and sighed. This was going to cause her mother to have a fit.
When she reached down for the book she’d been working out of to see if she could fix it, she felt a sharp pain at her side and closed her eyes as she winced. “Fuck…” She muttered, walking over to her battered dresser. Littered all over the counter top were potions and creams, the remnants of healing that she’d been going through since that ridiculous task at the end of the term. She grabbed the cream and a potion, and stripped out of her shirt as she stood in front of the mirror. A white bandage was wrapped around her torso, and she winced every time she unwrapped it. Soon, angry claw marks and a shiny new burn were visible covering her side and half of her back. The dragon had did a number on her, and unable to pay mediwizard bills, Liesel had been self treating as much as she could. It was slow healing because of the dragon fire, but it was slowly healing.
Using a clean gauze, Liesel began to gently spread the cream over her wound. A cool numbness soon replaced the fire on her skin, and her muscles soon relaxed. She continued spreading the ointment on, focusing totally on the task at hand when she heard a gasp behind her. Liesel spun swiftly, wand intent on the intruder, before she pulled it down, hand shaking. Tima was staring at her, and she was staring at him, and all she could think of was
’Now he knows we’re poor’. He’d always know where she lived, but she couldn’t remember a time when he’d been in her house, or around her family. She gazed around at the room, and all she could see was everything that was worn, or everything that needed to be fixed. Jutting her chin out proudly, she just gazed at him.
“So I’m taking it, you wanted to get flashed today?” She tried to joke, but she was antsy in her skin, and felt like she was going to jump out of it. “…Just…close the door. My mama hasn’t see this…” Then she turned back to the mirror, dabbing at her wound, unable to look him in the eye, but stared at his reflection. Why was he still looking at her?!
@Timofei Sidorov 
