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Callie was out on a nighttime stroll. She still had an hour or so before curfew, which was nice, and it was dark enough that her eyes didn't burn in the sunlight. Currently, she was headed to the library to exchange the book she had been reading. Sure, it was excellent on the topic of healing, but it wasn't exactly what she'd been looking for. It was a class she'd taken on a whim, but upon learning that Eden had an almost unnatural skill with the subject, Callie started working harder at the class. Any time she ran into problems, she'd go to him for assistance. Luckily, he seemed to have a well of patience for her... or at least when it came to healing. Maybe he'd look into being a Healer or Medi-Wizard upon leaving Hogwarts.

As she walked up the hall, Callie hummed a soft song, looking through her bag to try and find a headband to pull her hair back from her eyes while she read. The blonde had a tendency of curling up over books, causing a blonde waterfall to land atop the pages, which usually made it quite difficult to read. Then again, she could tie her hair back in a bun or something, but that was typically reserved for Dueling Club and Namaste... plus that one first date with Eden. That had been a lovely evening.... She glanced up, thinking she saw a person, but not certain in the shadows of the hallway.

Callie could swear she heard someone running about. Despite her excellently honed vision in darker environments, the shadowy person seemed to have vanished, at least from where she'd spotted them. Perhaps they were really fast... or Callie was losing her marbles. One or the other. She sighed softly into the night, wondering if the mysterious shadow person were up to mischief. If so, she'd pin her prefect badge on her dress and call to action. If not, well, they weren't out past curfew.

Just as Callie heard the noise change directions, this time coming from above, something fell and hit her on top of the head. After a yelp of pain from the initial hit, Callie realized she was covered in something very cold, wet, and .... colorful? She looked at her nice yellow dress, now a mess of reds, blues, and green, and that was just what was visible. As if acting out a horror, the girl went to grab at her moonstruck hair, before realizing it wasn't sitting in normal position. Her periphery noticed it slowly raising, before the Hufflepuff connected the dots. A hair raising potion, paired with some sort of paint, ink, or heavens forbid, dye. She looked up as a familiar brunette shuffled over. At least they looked nervous. She mumbled out an apology, earning a heavy sigh. Callie looked over with dye-splattered glasses and nodded once. "That's me. Astronomy club captain. Hufflepuff prefect. Speaking of which. What... what were you doing? What is this?" The cadence of her voice betrayed her upset, the normally calm girl trying to keep her errant emotions in check.

While waiting on some sort of response, Callie dug through her bag, searching in vain for something to cover her hair with. Eventually she found a hair tie, which she used to try and wrangle the still floating hair. Once it got pulled into a messy bun, it was slightly better, though it was tugging on her scalp, which hurt a bit. She felt a range of emotions, most of which were foreign to her. Confusion, hurt... anger. She didn't like feeling angry, but for her, it happened so seldom it never seemed a problem. Sure, she could preach on how natural emotions were, but feeling them was quite different. Finally, a squeaky voice allowed for some words. "Please, please tell me this isn't a permanent dye. Please say it'll wash right out with no problems. Please, please tell me this." By the end, her normally airy voice had a rough, steeled edge to it. The sound was very much unlike the normal Callie. Dark blue eyes trained on the other girl, Duanaire, the Gryffindor Prefect. Were prefects allowed to scold other prefects? It wasn't like she was going to give a detention, anyway.

Callie could feel a bit of anger simmering in her soul. Aire said it was supposed to be a prank, though not on her. Callie drew in a deep breath, frowning deeply. After asking how long the dye would remain, Aire said it wasn't permanent. Good. Apparently it came out after... a few... months. A FEW MONTHS?!?! Callie didn't have a few months to wait, not while looking like a Jackson Pollock painting! Aire said they could probably use the cleaning charm to get the dye out, then the potion should wear off after a couple hours. Fantastic. As if on cue, and with someone coming along behind, the hairtie snapped, her hair fluffing out and raising again. Great.

Callie looked over to see Sparrow and Cenek, who seemed to quickly help out. Sparrow asked what happened, and Callie sent a small glare at Aire. Sparrow cleaned up a bit as Aire explained what happened. Sparrow started to fuss over Callie, saying they should wash her hair. Okay, that was a solid idea, especially since two different people said the same thing. "No, Sparrow. I don't like this. I want my normal hair back. I should probably ask mom what to do. But I don't want her to see me like this. Not... all... gross." She sighed softly, looking at her nice dress, now all colorful and messy.

Cenek, bless him, mentioned doling out punishments... after things were cleaned up. He then told Sparrow to escort the group to the Prefect's Bath, while he got Finley. Yes! Finley was Mr Archer's son! Mr Archer had been doing her hair since she went to Wool's, and she trusted him with her hair. By extension, Finley was probably skilled enough to take care of this. And if not... well... then she'd go to her mom for help. She was pretty sure her mom dyed her hair blonde anyway. "Okay. A plan. Thank you, Sparrow and Cenek. Ugh, it's all sticky." She frowned as she touched her dress, the dye still a bit wet. She sighed at her hand, which was now a purply blue. She sighed heavily, then walked with the others toward the Prefect Bath. She felt a lot less angry, but she was still quite upset. She'd treasured her hair for her whole life, and now it was... well, colorful.