"He'll look like a veela if you put a load of sparkles in all that blond hair." He could imagine it now, Lucius Malfoy and his sparkling blond hair. He smiled a little at the very idea but that smile soon faltered when he remembered himself. He couldn't. It wasn't right. He shook his head and looked away.

"Do as you please, it's your head on the line."

Swallowing hard, Regulus moved across the room. "I'm going to go wash my hair and get ready. This stuff better come out now or I'm going to be very cross with you."