Part Nine: Bathe Self
With a flick of my wand the bath water fills instantly at just the right temperature. I slowly undress, allowing my body to adjust to the coolness of the bathroom. A moment later, I step into the tub and slide down into the relaxing heat of the water. Closing my eyes, I let my thirsty pores drink their fill.
The water's warmth relaxes my tight muscles and calms my racing heart while the soap washes off the grime obtained during whatever debasing scheme the Death Eaters have engaged in. Mostly though, I wish the soap could wash my soul clean.
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Mmmm, Snape in a bath.