Fir was a far cry from being even remotely manly. Which was fine by Fir. He was comfortable in his own sexuality that he had no problems giving makeup pointers for girls at the price of a snog. Let the muscley apes like Callum handle the being big and beefy. And of course, if there was trouble, Fir would have his revenge, either by using his nature-given androgyny to cross dress and sexually confuse classmates, or giving midnight makeovers to the unwary sleepers. Personally Fir thought Callum would pull off a whip cream bikini nicely.

But today was not a day of revenge. Today was a day of trials and tribulation. Poor Fir had realized he was running low on eyeliner and once more bemoaning the fact his truck could not adequately hold all his personal belongings.

So he did what any boy would do in his situation: he nicked stuff, either with his own skills, spell or recruiting some impressionable young students. The details didn't matter outside a court of law. What mattered is now Fir was happily sitting on the common room couch, will a pile of shiny new(ish) cosmetics supplies laid out on the table in front of him and his biggest problem was not wearing a palette-neutral shirt.

Fir leaned forward and examined his reflection in a small desk mirror, one hand ponderously holding an open tube of eyeliner. This being Slytherin, he had started off with an 'icy' look, but he wasn't sure he was pulling it off- and not just because of the shirt.

Frowning, Fir traded the eyeliner for his wand and did a quick couple of colour-changing spell to his hair, turning it shock white and his green eyes blue.

Ooooo, now that was nice. He might have to show up for class someday like this. Though it really wouldn't go with his uniform colours. Damn.

[OOC: Feel free to say Fir has some makeup belonging to your character]

Demitria was happily floating through her room, getting ready for the day. She was extreamly tired from staying up long past curfew in the Room of Requirement practicing her piano and nearly getting caught on her long trek back down. Still, her good mood sprung from that exact same reason. She had her Chopin Nocturne stuck in her head and the beautiful music poured joy into her heart. She took a quick look in the mirror before going out and stopped.

Dark circles. Ugh. Of course.

The Russian flipped around and ruffled through her makeup bag for her concealer, but it was nowhere to be found. "Of course. The one thing I need, I don't have on the one day I need it."

She sighed and walked out of her room.

When she was in the common room, she saw Fir Cuween, one of the most confusing Slytherin students she knew, laying out his makeup in perfect order. There amidst the bottles and containers, was her special very pale container of concealer.

She walked up behind the older Slytherin. "Fir, I think you have my concealer."  Her Russian accent punctuating the consonants. 

Fir, I think you have my concealer.

"No I don't," Fir said automatically, still examining his reflection and not bothering to look at the speaker. All he needed to know was he didn't do it. Once the distinctive accent clicked, however, he did look up. Concealer huh?

Fir snapped his fingers. "Oh, wait- you know what, I think I might have accidentally picked it up, maybe it fell out of your bag or something darling."

Well it defiantly wasn't his shade. Fir was no beach bunny and it was the middle of winter, which paled anyone out. But Demitira's concealer could be used by the Bloody Baron. Fir couldn't use it, and it looked like the poor thing really needed it under her eyes. So being the kind soul that he was, he'd let her have it.

"Now that we're past that- opinion," Fir continued, standing up and striking a pose. "Pretend I'm wearing a blue grey or white shirt here and tell me: what do you think of the ice look?"

Outside of modeling shoots, Erin did not wear very much make up.  She was only thirteen, and at her age she was more likely to make herself look bad using cosmetics than actually making herself look good.  She also needed an excuse to go trap Percy talk to a young Ravenclaw, but was currently looking for a particular shade of lipstick.  She skipped down a few steps into the common room and saw Demitria and Fir.  Erin never really got a good read on anybody, but Fir really threw her for a loop.  She never knew if he...was a he or not.  Though it really did not matter since she would only put up with the androgynous being for another term. 

Unfortunately, Erin's attention span kicked in and she forgot what she was downstairs for.  So doing, she went searching for the immediate bright and shiny object.  Which happened to be Fir's well organized set of cosmetics. 

"Hey - how long have you had all of these?" she asked, her mind temporarily taken in by the shiny objects.  Of course, the Slytherin common room had a number of silver objects spread around, but Fir had arranged it so that Erin would inevitably be drawn back to the cosmetic arrangement he had set up. 

Fir was waiting for Demitria to be convinced of Fir's logically super sound argument when they were joined by another cute little blonde. This one named Erin. But female and a third year unlike the other blonde Erin who was in fact a fifth year and of the male persuasion. Very confusing. Fir remembered by remembering who he would make out with and who he wouldn't. Not that female Erin wasn't cute in her own special way, but she was 13 and therefore that cute was the same kind a little golden lab puppy had.

And look, she was coming over to play! Awwwwww. Fir swore he could so do a "toddlers and tiaras" on some of the younger years. Maybe not Erin, but the first years defiantly. They were just so lovely little and adorable. Except little Mairead . Not that she wasn't adorable, but not in a tiara kind of way and Fir wasn't about to try. That was okay, though. More cosmetics for him.

"Oh these?" Fir said casually as if the sight was no more strange than finding all of said supplies on his bathroom counter at home. "Awhile, I guess. I'm kind of a collector. You like?"

Silly question. Of course she did.

Make-up party? Oh dear, and she hadn't been invited. Well, wasn't that just wonderful? A girl goes out of her way to make it clear she needs more make up than the rest of them  to get her look just right and what do they do- oh, it was Fir. Just a normal day, then.

Georgiana grinned and stalked over to the big-haired man, popping up behind him. "Guuuess who? Oooh," she cocked her head to the side, looking down at the his face. "What's with the blue? That's not your usual look," she said, smirking at him. "You should add a little light purple to it. It'll make it look more exotic." She squinted down at him. "Or were you going for the 'ice' look?"

Her gaze moved to the pile of makeup and she gasped, snatching a tube of lipstick. "Fir, that one's my favorite! Bad!" she batted him playfully, tucking her lipstick into the pocket of her sweatshirt.

"You like?"

Fir did not even need to ask the question.  Erin's face broke into a huge grin.  Wondering if this was what her mother was talking about when she said she needed to learn to apply cosmetics.  Erin knew that her mother had something planned for her career, and that it was dependent upon these objects...but Erin could not use any of them effectively yet.  Grabbing an orange shade of lipstick, she asked the young man if,

"May I?" she asked, acting more like a pureblooded-little-girl than a girl who could not focus on something if her life depended on it.   Whatever his reply to that would be, Erin noticed another fifth year descend down the stairs.  Sometimes, Erin felt like she was the only third year in the entire dorm.   Which come to think of it, she had not seen Imogen in a while. 

As Georgiana announced her presence and proceeded to give Fir make up advice.  Erin decided she might as well ask for help as well.

"So...I'm trying to get a boy's attention.  Got any tips for me?" she asked the fifth year, figuring that it could not hurt.  Erin would have asked Fir, but she still did not know if the man would have any experience chasing boys or not.