sedexitium:

            The groan which passes her lips is too pronounced to even muffle.

      “Clearly you have not yet been educated in the ways of the world.  I shall help you with this lesson.”

           Her hand lifts, tome book close to her heart —

      “Grima, heed my prayer!  Show this young lamb the way to your endless dark — make her hair as black as the night!”

         _{Alright so, admittedly, saying light blonde was not her finest moment or show of intelligence, but in her defense she was fairly certain that no matter what color she had said, the young woman still would have attempted to hex her hair black.}

                           _{There was no way to know that for sure, but she could guess.}

         _{Cringing back she felt the crackle of magic—magic was such a fickle thing to be honest, both wild and tame at once—and she shut her eyes tightly. After a long moment she opened them again and glanced down at the curl of her hair over her right shoulder.}

                                             _{The tips of her hair were black.}

                                                               _{Better than the whole thing, she supposed.}

         _{”Was that… really necessary?”}