She smiled at her grandmother's quip, but that smile quickly turned to a near grimace.  This was a big moment, the long hair that she had been growing for most of her life was about to be hacked away, leaving her a different person.  Still, it was only hair, and it would grow.  In fact, if she wished she could grow it out as soon as she arrived at the school.  Plenty of boys had longish hair that they tied back.  It would be best for her to keep it short, for appearances, but she could.  With that thought on her mind, she followed Peters' request and moved to the window seat.<br/><br/>Within moments she could already feel the difference.  A few small snips left her head feeling lighter, her neck feeling cool under the breeze from the window.  She could see the long dark tendrils float down when they were cut, a few drifting further into the room when the wind picked them up.  In only a few moments, she hears the scissors being slid back into their holder, and knows she is done.<br/><br/>She stands and goes to examine herself in the mirror.  At first she's startled... it looks like Jack is standing there!  But then her practiced eye sees the differences  that had set them apart.  The slightly fuller lips, the eyes that are a lighter shade of blue, fewer freckles over the bridge of the nose.... and not to mention the slowly healing gashes the car glass had left on her forehead and scalp.  It really was her standing there, but at the same time it was her brother as well.