This is part 7 of An Ounce of Prevention, a Naruto/Harry Potter crossover that I started as a giftfic for
askerian.
Technically, it's an insertion of one HP character/plot device into the Naruto world, but that does count as a crossover of sorts. "An Ounce of Prevention" will not affect canon in either series; that is, it takes place during the Naruto timeskip, and significantly before CoS in HP.
( An Ounce of Prevention, chapter 7 )
On a completely different subject, I can't wait until Vicky's graduation. You know why? After that, I am getting a haircut. I've been growing my hair out for two years now, and I am sick of it. But I think it might be nice to do it up all fancy just the once, since I'm already going to be wearing a fancy dress and pantyhose and makeup and whatnot, so it stays for another week and a half.
I tend to grow my hair for a couple years mostly because I always forget to get regular haircuts, but also because two years gets it long enough to donate to Locks of Love. The last couple times I cut it, I haven't gone shorter than about chin-length.
This time, I think I may do something drastic, like a pixie-cut, one inch long all over. I haven't had really short hair since I was a teenager (and even then it wasn't quite that short), but the sheer relief of not having to wash and dry and brush all that damn hair might be worth going to a barber every month and a half.
(Of course, when I do get sick of that routine and start growing my hair again, I'll have to put up with the doofy period when it's only halfway down my ears -- that is about the worst look imaginable on me -- but I've gotten through that before, and I'm sure I can put up with the irritation again.)
Technically, it's an insertion of one HP character/plot device into the Naruto world, but that does count as a crossover of sorts. "An Ounce of Prevention" will not affect canon in either series; that is, it takes place during the Naruto timeskip, and significantly before CoS in HP.
( An Ounce of Prevention, chapter 7 )
On a completely different subject, I can't wait until Vicky's graduation. You know why? After that, I am getting a haircut. I've been growing my hair out for two years now, and I am sick of it. But I think it might be nice to do it up all fancy just the once, since I'm already going to be wearing a fancy dress and pantyhose and makeup and whatnot, so it stays for another week and a half.
I tend to grow my hair for a couple years mostly because I always forget to get regular haircuts, but also because two years gets it long enough to donate to Locks of Love. The last couple times I cut it, I haven't gone shorter than about chin-length.
This time, I think I may do something drastic, like a pixie-cut, one inch long all over. I haven't had really short hair since I was a teenager (and even then it wasn't quite that short), but the sheer relief of not having to wash and dry and brush all that damn hair might be worth going to a barber every month and a half.
(Of course, when I do get sick of that routine and start growing my hair again, I'll have to put up with the doofy period when it's only halfway down my ears -- that is about the worst look imaginable on me -- but I've gotten through that before, and I'm sure I can put up with the irritation again.)