WHO: Ellie Bell and Brianna O'Hara
WHAT: Final dress fittings and revelations!
WHERE: Bridal shop
WHEN: Before today ahaha
NOTES: We'll finish in comments because I figured it should be posted before the wedding post lmao :D
Ellie was trying very hard to be patient with Brianna. She knew that the wedding was important to her friend, and she knew that she’d been really shitty at being her friend lately...but if this woman jabbed her with one more stick-pin because her fingers slipped around her wand, she was going to scream.
“Bri, I don’t see why we have to fix my hair,” she said with a frown, crossing her arms over her chest and glancing over to her after a moment. “I mean, do you really think it’s messing with the ‘flow’ that much?” Because she already had to wear a dress, which was -- pushing it lately. She still didn’t really hate them, she just -- preferred pants, things that covered her legs.
The older woman jabbed her again and she yelped, shooting her a glare. “Do you need to go out for a smoke or something, lady? Your hands are shakier than that earthquake that happened a couple years ago.”
Brianna would vehemently deny that she’d gone wedding-crazy. Most of her insanity had been contained to just her time with her sister, but Fiona had seen her freak out since she was four and couldn’t figure out how to tie her shoes. Sure, it had been their decision to have such a quick wedding because---really, Jack deserved it, they deserved it, but holy hell was there a lot of stuff to do! Plus trying to keep it a secret so that the media wouldn’t ruin everything. Brianna was pretty sure they had most of the public tricked, but there were still worries. She really did not want to have to hex some photographer that jumped from the steeple of the church as she walked down the aisle.
She looked up from her checklist and frowned at Ellie. Okay, the girl was one of her best friends, even after she’d disappeared for like a year, but her hair was just---it was something----Brianna just didn’t like it. Okay! Okay, that was it! All she wanted Ellie to do was---touch it...up. A bit. And it was so black. She smiled in a funny manner, “What’s wrong with some----I mean, everyone’s going to look very----”
Her lips pressed together. There was really not a nice way to say that her hair just wasn’t fit for a wedding. “The other bridesmaids are going to have it a certain way,” she lied.
She still couldn’t believe that Brianna had a checklist. If she was going to do something like this on the fly, you’d think she’d have been a little more relaxed about it, but no. Ellie pursed her own lips into a line, placing her hands on her hips. “You mean the whole two other bridesmaids might have hair that’s different than mine? Can’t I just -- stand in the middle or something?”
Because honestly, the black had been hard enough to get to stick -- getting it out was going to be an even bigger pain in the ass. She was only going to be in the wedding party for a day, why should she have to change it for the wedding?
“Bri, I know that you’re the one getting married, but it’s -- I mean, can’t I just put a clip in it?” She knew how stubborn the other woman could be when she set her mind to it, and it seemed like this was definitely something she’d set her mind to.
“Oh, we’re going to clip it,” Brianna said immediately, letting out a breath and taking in Ellie’s look. Didn’t she see that her hair was just--messy? It was messy! As guilty (not not very) as she felt about sounding so superficial, Brianna just really, really wanted everything to be perfect. Ellie was going to be in so many pictures from the wedding that she and Zach were going to show Jack one day, and that Jack was going to show his kids, and then their kids and---she just did not want her friend to look her best.
And this haircut was just not Ellie’s best.
Brianna stood and pushed up on her tiptoes to reach out and try to figure out what they could do. It was just so--”It’s such a boy cut, Ellie, where did you get it done?”
Who knew what her friend had been up to this past year. Brianna’s life had been absolutely haywire, so she really could not imagine the things Ellie had gotten into while she completely distanced herself from the wizarding world that she knew.
“Clip it with a hair clip, Brianna, not clip it with scissors.” Because so help her, if Brianna went after her with scissors like a crazy woman she was not going to stand for it. She sighed, trying to bat Brianna’s hand away from her head while she took a deep breath.
Where had she gotten it cut? She remembered that it had been late at night and it had been after a concert - she’d met a friend whose couch she was crashing on and the woman had decided it would be a good idea to cut her hair at three in the morning after a little too much vodka.
“Just this girl I know,” which was mostly the truth, “And what if I like that it’s a boy cut? If I didn’t like the way it looked I’d have changed it, you know.” She sighed, growing increasingly frustrated. “Look, is it seriously that big a deal? Everyone is going to be looking at you, not me.”
“It is that big of a deal!” Brianna forced her voice not to turn into a whine, and she kept her feet planted on the ground instead of stomping like she really wanted to. “Everyone needs to look their best for the pictures because I’m going to have these pictures forever and I just---let the hairdresser put some gel in it, or something, Ellie! I’m sorry,” she really wasn’t, not about hating the hair, anyway. Brianna felt a bit childish but she had little patience left to force herself to stop, “I’m not asking you to shave your head, it’s just not the most flattering of haircuts and you know I’m not trying to be mean I’m just being honest and besides...”
Brianna dropped her hands to her friend’s shoulders, giving her a knowing look. It had been her breakup with Davy that had sent Ellie running (or, well, refusing his proposal of marriage that had sent her running), so it had definitely been on her mind that this kind of event could bring back some bad memories, “You’re stepping out into the world again, and if you want to one day meet the right guy...” Brianna shrugged a bit, a smile tugging on her lips, “I’ll make sure every bloke’s eyes are on you at the reception.”
Telling Davy why she’d turned and run away from him at the idea of marriage had helped to calm her mind about some of the things she’d been worried about -- one of which was being able to say why she’d run away out loud to people other than herself in the middle of her room at night. She huffed, puffing out her cheeks. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Brianna’s knowing look. It annoyed her that even though her friend had no idea what she’d been up to, she assumed that she wanted to -- be interested in -- men.
She crossed her arms over her chest.
“Look, Brianna. I’ll let you gel and tousle my hair all you want but -- I’ll be honest with you, the idea of any blokes having their eyes on me just makes me ill.” She supposed that Brianna had a right to know what was going on with her- she wanted to be honest with her friend and hoped that she wouldn’t judge her for it. Still irritated with Brianna’s insistence, she added, “I don’t want to meet the right guy -- or any guy, for that matter.”
