Since the next day was indeed Saturday, Kefira was thankful to have some time off from classes, to get over the excitement of the Tournament, as it was anyone could talk about in the castle. The girl awoke early and looked over to see Faye, Hermione, Lavender and Parvati were all still asleep while she pushed herself up. Unfortunately, for the majority of the night, she had slept on her right side, giving her some crazed hair to wake up to. Just looking in the mirror, half of her hair was flattened while the other half was just all over the place.

"Oh my mane..." She whispered to herself as she decided to take a shower. In order to manage to get her curls somewhat manageable, she knew a shower was in order. She tried to readjust a few of the curls, but it only created more knots and tangles.

Hermione was next to wake up and she clearly saw the struggle that Kefira was having, and sympathized with her.  Kefira caught sight of her, with two of her fingers stuck in a tangle and flashed Hermione a smile in the mirror.

"My hair has a mind of it's own in the mornings. I think this is why my sister, Rosemary insists on braiding my hair before I go to bed when I'm home."

"Braids don't even work for this." Hermione said lifting up a portion of her bed hair. "It just leaves me with awkward waves and an even bigger mess in the long run."

"I bet there's a potion or draught for this." Kefira said. "If I find it, I'll let you know!"

Neville waited patiently on the sofa, knowing Kefira had probably been long awake and would be downstairs any minute. He held one of his jumpers in his arms, as he figured Kefira would need it. He knew the girl had plenty of her own jumpers as her mother packed her trunk full of them, but he preferred it when she wore his for some reason. He always got a chuckle of how long the garment hung on her as if it were partially a dress.

Just as he suspected, Kefira came down the stairs, with her hair still incredibly wet from a shower. The curls were dripping and bouncing with every step as she made her way over.

"Morning!" She greeted him.

"Morning," he smiled. "Aren't you going to dry your hair?" 

"Nah, I'm going to let it air dry. I think it's jut going to be a wicked hair day. You should have seen it before I showered, it was just...poof!" She opened her hands to resemble small explosions before turning back.

"I think it looks good either way, I don't mind it when it's poofy," He reassured her.

"Well, I'm glad you do, but it doesn't make it any easier to deal with." Suddenly, a damp curl landed right in her face, bringing her to laugh and shake her head to get it away. However, the battle began as the curls decided they were now in charge, covering her face. Neville watched in amusement for less than a minute before he stood up to help her. 

"Hold on, hold still!" He said but Kefira was moving around too much for him to help. "Kefi!"

She giggled before he was able to use both of his hands to hold the side of her face and pushed her hair back. 

She became still as he focused to push the curls out of his face and the two of them making eye contact with one another. 

"Hi." she smiled at him.

"Hi." He said removing his hands and placing them down back to his side. 

"Want to head to the Great Hall and get some breakfast?" She offered trying to clear the awkward tension that was building up between them.

"Yeah, that sounds really good." He said.

"Okay, so-"

"Wait!" He blurted out, causing her to come to a halt and look over at him.  "I uh..."

He just held out the jumper to her for her to wear. "I thought you might want to wear this, if you got cold. You don't have to wear it now, I understand it's pretty warm inside the common room, I just thought that maybe-"

She laughed before walking back towards him and taking the jumper from him gently.

"Thank you, Nevs. Are you sure though? I figure you actually might want to wear your own jumpers, rather than me stealing them from you."

"No, I'm sure!" He nodded, watching as she pulled the jumper over her head, and adjusting it a bit to fit. 

"There we go." She said." Ready?"

On their way to the Great Hall, the two couldn't help but become distracted as they saw a bunch of students gathering in the Entrance Hall, meaning someone was about to enter their name to become a possible champion. Kefira grabbed Neville's hand and pulled him along to witness the scene of Fred and George preparing to cross over the Age Line. 

"I wonder what they did to trick the Age Line," Kefira said watching as Fred pulled out a slip of paper with his name and the name of the school on it. 

He hopped over the line, into the circle where the Goblet rested and stood in triumph before George jumped right after him. Kefira was about to cheer for them when suddenly the twins were thrown back quite a ways out of the circle.

There was the sound of popping and suddenly, the two had sprouted long white bears.  She was the first to start laughing as she didn't hesitate or bother to ask if they were okay.

"I did warn you," Dumbledore's voice rang out, startling some of the students as they turned around to look. He seemed to be enjoying the sight as much as the other students in the area.

He recommended that they head up to Madame Pomfrey to get the beards removed as he explained that two girls from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff had met similar fates.

"Though I must say, " Dumbledore added. "Neither of their beards is anything like as fine as yours."