When Glory stopped at Deathbringer's house, she heard loud heavy metal music from one of the rooms and rolled her eyes, immediately knowing it was Deathbringer's. She walked up to the door and cautiously knocked. She had never been to his house, and didn't know how his mother would react if a random girl showed up at their door. 

A middle aged woman opened the door and smiled in a friendly way that made Glory immediately feel welcomed. "You must be Glory! I'm Quickstrike. Deathbringer's up in his room. He's talked about you lots." She added with a wink, and caused Glory to blush. 

"Thanks," Glory muttered, and walked in the house behind Quickstrike. She quickly walked to Dearhbringer's room and knocked on his door. 

A moment later Deathbringer opened his door. He looked similar to Ron Weasley, but his hair was still the same purple-black it normally was. 

Glory sighed. "Do you need some help?"

"Please?" Deathbringer gestured for her to come in his room, and Glory saw his wig sitting on his bed. Glory put it on Deathbringer and stepped back, examining him. 

"Does it look good?" He asked.

"See for yourself." Glory retorted, taking her phone out. "Smile." She said, and took a picture. She sent it to Deathbringer, and he looked at it with a satisfied smile.

"Let's go." Deathbringer declared, grabbing Glory's hand, then letting go, realizing what he had done. He just led Glory out of his room, then called, "Mom! We're going!"

"Okay! See you later!" Came the reply.

Glory led Deathbringer to her motorcycle, then gave him a helmet, and mounted. Deathbringer grabbed around her waist, and, thankfully, Deathbringer couldn't see Glory's bright red face as she sped off.