(A teeny tiny drabble, exactally 100 words)

Salazar likes her hair. He’s not even sure why. The color is vulgar and the curls seem to constantly stay on the verge of snarling. She’s not exciting. Rowena’s hair sticks up from behind her wand, smelling a bit singed from experimental charms and eyes never meeting yours. Godric is loud and fun, crazy about this new game from Queerditch marsh, and smells of wind and unfortunate body odor. Even he is intresting to others. He is the son of a Viscount and rich. Helga is none of these. Comely, and nothing special, but he still really likes her hair.