Harry was sneaking into the prefects bathroom again. It had become somewhat of a regular routine for him. The various bubblebaths and lotions made it a joyous revelation every time. A spell alerted him to Moaning Myrtle's proximity. The rest of the castle ghosts had enough decency in general to stay away from that part of Hogwarts.
It felt like his own private and personal discovery, with the invisibility cloak allowing him access when it would never otherwise be occupied. He sculled back and forth enjoying the freedom of it. Hell! The bath alone was bigger than his room in Privet Drive, without even considering all that floorspace, as well.
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