D. Rex
Magic Eight Ball
Bailey O'Brian, Gryffindor
Prefect's Bathroom
It was funny how much less mystique this place had when one was actually allowed to be in here. Not that it wasn't absolutely luxurious. Worth all the headache of being a prefect. Might even consider staying one just for this.
It was relatively dimmly lit now, giving it an even more relaxing sort of atmosphere. The bath was full of lemony scented yellowish water, not that it could be seen under yellow and pink foam. Bailey was enjoying it, having made it her priority to take bath here in the first day of school.
And there she was, ungarbed and pressed up against the side of the bath, facing out with her elbows crossed on cool tile floor. Her things and wand bundled up nicely within grasping reach, she had rightly made herself at home.
Even now, she was enjoying herself. Between her lips being a lit cigarette, the escaping wisps of smoke twirling and swirling, being gobbled up by a hungry little bubble that Bailey had commandeered with an enchantment. There were many different spells she could use, but that one was always her favorite. She liked to watch the bubble panic when she blew out a cloud of smoke and it struggled to catch all of it.
Oh yes. The prefects bathroom was a very much better spot than her usual hideouts. And no one would bother her.
Prefect's Bathroom
It was funny how much less mystique this place had when one was actually allowed to be in here. Not that it wasn't absolutely luxurious. Worth all the headache of being a prefect. Might even consider staying one just for this.
It was relatively dimmly lit now, giving it an even more relaxing sort of atmosphere. The bath was full of lemony scented yellowish water, not that it could be seen under yellow and pink foam. Bailey was enjoying it, having made it her priority to take bath here in the first day of school.
And there she was, ungarbed and pressed up against the side of the bath, facing out with her elbows crossed on cool tile floor. Her things and wand bundled up nicely within grasping reach, she had rightly made herself at home.
Even now, she was enjoying herself. Between her lips being a lit cigarette, the escaping wisps of smoke twirling and swirling, being gobbled up by a hungry little bubble that Bailey had commandeered with an enchantment. There were many different spells she could use, but that one was always her favorite. She liked to watch the bubble panic when she blew out a cloud of smoke and it struggled to catch all of it.
Oh yes. The prefects bathroom was a very much better spot than her usual hideouts. And no one would bother her.
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