You and Harry decided to head directly to the antique store. Just before you entered, Harry turned to say something to you, but fell silent, noticing that your hair was more golden than your normal brown. His hair is golden? How? Did Mel or someone decide to prank him? Harry mused, dismissing it as unusual but not that unusual. Untroubled, he walked in.
"This place is weird. There doesn't seem to be anyone here" you muttered as you stared at the items in the shop. Most of the things you saw was to your eyes, junk, but Harry seemed to be in his element."What are you looking for?" you asked.
"I don't know. Coins probably" Harry said.
"Or maybe that" you said, pointing to what looked like a puffy dress. It was pink and strangely familiar.
Harry chuckled. "Yeah. its for you, bro. You're the one with the long hair."
"Very funny. Where is that Forester? This shop is empty. How can you buy anything if she isn't here?" you asked.
"I dunno. Maybe she had to deal with a 'problem'. Remember what your cousin said about those two jerks" you said.
"Yes. Them" Harry said distastefully.
"Hey, I remember where I've seen this!" you exclaimed.
"Yes and it would suit your lovely red hair" a voice said. It was Samantha Forester, the shop's owner. It left you and Harry confused since Harry had brown hair.
"What do you mean by that?" Harry demanded, but Samantha wasn't paying too much attention. she was focused on you, or to specific, your hair.
"I'm sorry, but you two have to leave" Samantha said abruptly.
"What? Why?" you asked.
"Just do what I've asked" Samantha said with a slight hint of worry in her voice.
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