Challenge: Omnioculars
Word Count: 100
“Leprechauns. Why does it always have to be bloody leprechauns,” muttered Severus, casting charm after charm at his flowing emerald locks in a fruitless attempts to restore the original black. He was far from alone – the gents’ alone was jammed with angry green-haired wizards, and the less said about the screams from the ladies’ the better – but that did not help.
Neither did the sudden appearance of a representative from the Leprechaun Solidarity Front, who had scattered informational pamphlets, announced that the charm would last a week, and vanished with a tiny cry of “Down with the Ministry of Magic!”