She brushes away some more stray hair from his shoulders as Harry gets up to look in the mirror. His heart stutters a bit when he sees himself. The short buzz on either side of his face exposes his ears and jawline, and the piercer was right about the gold. She trimmed his fringe only a bit, just to clear up his eyes, and it falls easily over his forehead. It's still long in his neck, giving the subtle impression of a mullet, but more tasteful. Haywire curls on his crown make him look perpetually and perfectly windswept. 