Hair, Hair, Hair

"Are you positive this will work?" Remus Lupin asked Tonks nervously. She grinned wickedly but did not nod.
"Don't you ever get bored of the same style day after day?"
"Don't you ever get tired of something different every day?" Remus retorted, looking at Tonks' hair. Today it was is tight blonde curls. She wrinkled her nose and him and changed her hair to its regular spiky pink.
"Please, please, please, I beg you, don't do something stupid. Like dreadlocks or such nonsense."
Another wicked grin made its way onto Tonks' face. She pulled the comb off the table and started pacing around Remus, looking at him from every aspect possible.
"It'll take your mind off... things," she mentioned to him, trying to avoid Sirius' name. He shot her a look that said everything: Please don't mention it.
"Ah, just trust me! I won't do anything dumb!" At that second, she tripped over a bag that she had carried only a half hour ago, landing as ungracfully as possible.
"I'm okay."
When she got back up, se continued surveying Remus' hair, but stood still. His expression changed to one of doubt. If she tripped only while taking a step, who knows what would happen when suggest dying I-"
"No," Remus cut in shortly, throwing her a disturbed look.
"Aw. Why not? Really. Doesn't brown make you want to puke?"
"Puke?" He tried to stand, but she pushed him back down. "It's my hair! Not some type of deformed monkey!"
"Deformed monkey?" she wondered aloud. "Where did that come from?"
"Nowhere..." he muttered, eyes narrowed to the ground.
"Anyway... and possibly cut it. Re-style, and done."
She got to work, cutting, bathing it in dye, and tripping over a few more times.

"What do you think?" She handed him a small mirror and he only kept his eyes shut tightly.
"I'm offended. Open your eyes and look at it!"
Slowly, he opened his eyes. IN the mirror was his face, pale and shaking, with a strange hair-do. He looked at it for a few seconds before he could place where he had seen it before?
"What? Weird Al?! What did I ever do to you?"

It took another half hour to get Remus seated and to get everything ready to change his hair again.
"No. I think I'd rather just throw myself down a hole and hope it goes back to normal."
Tonks sighed. He was so hard to change when his mind became too attached to one thought. "I promise not to do anything like that. What do you prefer?"
"Brown hair. Short. The end."
"Alright." She looked through the piles of bottles of different hair dye and selected one. Grinning yet again, she continued on her quest to change his hair.

"All done," Tonks informed him, wiping her stained hands on a towel. "I think you'll enjoy it." She handed hi at strange angles.
"I said brown!" He threw down the mirror. "Great. Now I'm stuck like this."
"It's not that bad," Tonks said. "It could be worse."

Three hours passed, and finally Dumbledore came into the near empty kitchen. He looked around the corner before walking it, seeing no one.
His white hair had been braided and dyed a brilliant shade of pink. His face was flushed and he looked both mad and embarrassed.
"Why did I ever agree. Looking at her hair, it was already a mistake," Remus, who was lounging and smirking at the other end of the room, heard him mutter.
When Dumbledore turned into the room and sat down, fumbling with the braids, he saw Remus.
"Good day, Professor. I see that Tonks found you too."