Chapter 356 - – Extreme Makeover Edition (2/2)

Tsking out loud, Rowan merely gestures at Hagrid to sit as she pulls out her wand and studies him for a moment. ”You've got nice rugged facial features, but all that d*m hair gets in the way.” Pointing her wand, she sternly warns, ”Don't move, I'd hate to cut your face.”

Hagrid pales thinking this isn't such a great idea when great clumps of hair begin to fall off from his hair and beard. Nodding in approval, Rowan pauses and chants a spell to smooth Hagrid's hair out and make it look all shiny and glossy. There were some props to being in a girl dorm, one tends to pick up beauty spells like no other.

With a pleased hum, she begins to cut anew, before grabbing the dropped hair tie. Climbing on top of a chair, Rowan says, ”Kneel down in front of me, Hagrid.” Hagrid quickly did as with care she neatly tied his hair back. ”Good now take a look in the mirror,” she said as she cast a spell to toss all the previously gross hair into the trash.

Hagrid gapes at his reflection in the mirror as he didn't recognize the suave man in the mirror. His hair was silky smooth, neatly tied back in a long, thick tail that reached his mid-back. His beard was trimmed short no thicker than his nails. Even the style of the cut on his bearded face accented his cheekbones giving him an attractive rugged dimension that would cause many a witch to jump him in a dark alley if they could.

”I'm beautiful!” Hagrid whispered in disbelief as he touched his face.

”I know,” Rowan said acting as though she hadn't just performed a miracle, which she had.

”Thank you!” Hagrid stomped over as Rowan to late tried to jump off the chair to be swept up in a bone-crushing hug!

”Hagrid, I can't breathe!” Rowan painfully gasped as Hagrid hastily released her.

Wincing Rowan says, ”Now give me that tie, it's hideous.”

Hagrid wilts as Rowan calmly explains, ”Your choice in colors and materials is the problem.” Waving her wand, she transfigures the tie into an elegant red shade suit handkerchief that would contrast nicely with what she had in mind.

Turning to eye the hairy brown suit, Rowan makes a gesture and all the hair falls off the brown suit that leaves the suit a hideous brown color. Humming she points her wand again feeling a bit like Hagrid's fairy godmother. If she was, she probably was the evil kind, who on opposite day performed random good acts throughout the fairy kingdom.

The suit had changed colors to a navy-blue suit that made Hagrid look better. Motioning for Hagrid to put on his coat again, he quickly does as he is told. With another wave of her wand, Rowan fits the suit to a perfect tee. All of a sudden, she has the desire to drool just slightly.

Feeling her ears turning pink, Rowan glances way in embarrassment. ”You can take a look now.”

Hagrid hurriedly walks over to the mirror, where his mouth simply plops open. The ruggedly attractive man in the mirror looked as though he walked out of some weekly wizarding ad. His suit fit him to a tee showcasing his muscled broad shoulders and firm chest. The black button shirt only served to make him look thinner with a smaller waistline. And his fitted pants made his legs seem to stretch for miles.

Coughing, Rowan says, ”If you're going to wear cologne go for something like pine or citrus. You're trying to appeal to your masculinity, but you don't want to smell as if you work in some kind of workshop. If you don't have anything, mint leaves will do in a pinch.”

Without glancing at Hagrid, Rowan waves her wand as the first two buttons on his shirt come loose. ”You're a rugged man of the forest, Hagrid. Use that to your advantage. A tie or being tightly collared will never fit you, but this is more your style. If Madame Maxima isn't drooling after you by the end of the night, there's something wrong with her,” Rowan said as she hands over the red handkerchief. ”Now stick that into your front pocket and if you do decide to button your jacket only the middle button. If not leave it loose, it'll look better on you.”

Hagrid neatly places the crimson silk handkerchief into his front pocket immediately creating a sharp contrast. ”I can' ever repay ya,” Hagrid beamed as Rowan held up her hand to stop him from giving her another bone-crushing hug.

”Just come to the Great Hall tonight looking like that,” Rowan said as she cast two more spells on him. It was to keep the dirt and dog hair off of him for the next 24 hours. The spell would wear off after that but should last anything that was thrown at him.

Waving goodbye Rowan escaped as the heat in her ears was slowly creeping into her face. Fanning herself with her hand she smirked as she passed Madame Maxima's carriage. Madame Maxima had no idea that a missile by the name of Hagrid was coming for her. If not, well, who knows, Rowan did have a thing for older men.

And on a side note, she really did have to remember to send her grandfather a letter. If she wanted things to end differently for Hagrid, she'd need Silvia's father, Stephen Flint's aid. With a firm purpose in mind, Rowan hurried back to the Slytherin quarters, she had an important letter to write.