bubbles in my eyes; [open]

[dominique brier weasley]

;iron in my mouth;
Dominique Brier Weasley

Squeak

The sound would have made her jump if she didn't remember that it was the sound of her wet foot against the floor. She stared at the appendage, covered in suds from the testing she had done of the water. It was far too hot, but that was usually the way she enjoyed it. The seventh year looked around with cautious eyes, hesitating to drop the towel around her. Perhaps she could bathe with it on? Hopefully, however, a prefect wouldn't get mad...she just needed a bath... she didn't like showers all that much. If they came in anyways, she was sure they'd have some glass in their head.

She nibbled on her lip furiously, making sure the door was locked, she was sure that no one would use the spell alohomora, especially if they felt the steam rolling out from the cracks of the door. With a false sense of sudden security, she dropped the towel, looked both ways, and carefully slid into the boiling warmth of the tub, squeaking in discomfort before it became better, soothing her aching muscles. She had too much sugar...and it was taking a toll on her system...

Dominique cupped a film of bubbles and blew it out into the open air, frowning as it seemed to stay in the air for a moment before plopping down. She needed those soap bubbles that she had seen a muggle child use before. Those looked fun... especially that 'bubble-machine' which propelled plenty of them forward for entertainment and popping purposes. She folded her legs up near her chest, placing her chin on her knees, and glanced at the door, slightly paranoid.

What if someone was already in the room, peeping on her? Her eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped, squeaking and ducking under the water more. It wasn't as if anyone could see anything, the bubbles saw to that. But eventually, the bubbles would thin and the water would simply by a soapy mess, leaving her image blurred a bit. She grew highly insecure and started reaching for the towel, and hesitated.

No. This was her time. This was her thirty minute bath. Wait. When did she decide on a time again? She frowned and shook her head, she didn't want to get wrinkly and gross... ,"Twenty minutes." She told herself, giving an affirmative nod to the steamy air around her.

She lifted one of her slender legs, watching the suds free itself from the smooth limb, and wiggled her toes before drawing it back to her body again, letting out a sigh that sent a small spray of bubbles away from her. She may as well start on her hair. She reached towards the bottle of shampoo and tilted it over, careful not to let the glass slip from her hands, and then moved it to her hair, scrubbing her scalp furiously, then worked her way down her pretty orange locks. After she was done, she ran the water again into a small bowl, and then poured it over her head, the hair covering her face.

Oh...what a perfect time to sneak in or out...

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words; five hundred and fifteen
song; the malediction by I Am Ghost
mood; paranoid, complacent
status of roleplay; open to all
note; only two in the tub! ;][/blockquote][/blockquote]