sprawled upside down on a sofa, legs dangling over the backrest I'm just saying, if I had a time turner, I'd go back to fourth year and stop myself from getting that haircut.

without looking up from his phone You've had the same haircut since fourth year.

Exactly. It's been a problem for three years.

lazily smoking by the window Your problem is you keep letting Pansy near you with scissors.

from the other side of the room, painting her nails Oh, fuck off, Zabini. You begged me to cut yours last month.

curled up in an armchair, flipping through a textbook Can we not do this again?