Hair of the... Bug?

Coraline lazed about on the couch in the living area of the dorm room. Her feet were up on a pillow, and neck was on the arm of the chair. In her hands was a pouch, into which she set small amounts of each material she needed from the pile at her side, on the table.
”A pinch of epsom salt... one vial of crushed whale bone… Tear of a virgin, that one was easy... A lock of hair…” She stopped. She was missing a lock of hair. She looked into the mirror in the corner. Her own hair was quite short. Was she really willing to part with it?

No, better to find another way first. She could steal some from Brecken… No, she wasn’t sure that what he had even counted as hair. Nanya might oblige, but she shuddered to think of what the girl might want in return. She hadn’t quite figured her out, but she knew there was something odd about that girl. That left… Margo. Oh, shit, wait, Margo was perfect! She’d hardly notice a lock missing when she could change her shape on a whim. Floating up from her seat, she drifted across the room to the door of her dear friend, to pay her a visit.

She didn’t knock, she never did. It hadn’t lead to any uncomfortable situations… Yet. Her head poked through the walls of Margo’s room, and, in a singsong voice, she cooed. ”Margo, heeeey! How ‘ya doing? What’s up?” Came her voice as she floated in, attempting to butter the naive girl up before popping the question.

As webs flew towards Coraline, she winced, but thankfully, they flew straight through her, smacking into the wall behind her, which Coraline had emerged from.
"Watch where you shoot those things!" She huffed, coming to rest on the floor, sitting with her legs crossed. "You coulda killed me!" She added, not really upset anymore. She giggled in a way that might have been creepy to someone who understood the conditions of her death.

"Anyways, I came by to request a favor." She said, floating up and crossing so that she was parallel to Margo now. "How do you feel about letting me borrow a lock of hair? Would it grow back if I took it?" she asked, her eyes innocent. "I need it for a... For a project I'm working on." She said, cutting herself short. When she needed things from her parents, she said she was working on a project, and that always seemed to work. Better not to tell Margo she was summoning a spirit into the room.

Coraline waved a hand as if to dismiss the matter upon hearing Margo's apology.
"You're fine, really, but you owe me." She said, winking mysteriously. Nothing good could come of owing a favor to someone like Coraline, but did Margo know that? Upon the very instant Margo agreed to submit her hair to Cora, nay, the mere second syllable, she had already snateched up the scissors.

...Or, she would have, but she didn't want to get webbed again, incorporeal or not. She smiled as the girl gingerly cut a generous portion of hair and handed it to Coraline, who binded it with twine immediately. "Even Steven." She said, grinning to the other girl, floating right on out the door. "Thanks a million!" She said, placing the twine in her pocket. She floated down to the floor, landing on her feet.

"Watcha' doin'?" She asked, glancing to the book in Margo's hands. "I hardly ever see you come out of your little cocoon in here."