It was so baffling to him some days that Sirius was, in fact, the older brother. Cause he damn well never acted like it. How could that buffoon be the heir? Why did he get such a luxury when he had all the maturity of a toddler?

Staring into the mirror, it took a while to even process that yes, his hair was shimmering. Literally sparkling in certain lighting. It wasn't the shampoo or his conditioner so what was it? After a long while of searching, he found the culprit. He checked his gel several times, sniffed, rubbed it on his hands and then realised, far too late, that it had indeed been tampered with. Fuck!

What was he going to do now? He washed his hair twice and the stupid stuff wasn't coming out - he still sparkled. Fainter now but the sparkle was there.

Anger welled up as he burst out of his room, in full tantrum mode, banging on Sirius' door. "What did you do?! I know it was you. Can't you go a day without annoying someone?"