Balneal: pertaining to baths or bathing…like the perfect bath session.
August 14, 2018
She snuck her way to the second floor of the mansion, being almost too cautious with her steps. She had almost woken Dominique as she was slipping her bathrobe on. Most of the cousins were sleeping over at Uncle George's house, so she had to snake her way through a maze of limp cousins and bare feet as she made her way out of the den.
The moon was high in the sky through the window and it looked comically huge, like it would in a cartoon. She stared at it for a while, becoming transfixed in the moon's glare. It had always had an odd effect on her and she hoped her father was fine, as the full moon usually caused him extreme pain.
Finally, she got to the door and she crept inside, lighting the candles with her wand as she did so. The smell of shampoo and bath oils hit Victoire's nose suddenly and softly. She picked up the lavender and sandalwood. Then the cinnamon and the green apple enveloped her as she crossed the threshold.
"Thank, Merlin," she whispered as she slipped off her robe. She flicked her wand at the faucets and they sprung to life, filling the large bath with water and bath soap. She slowly slipped in the pool of water and the aches from her late night Quidditch practice at the Burrow's field slipped away. Her thoughts of Teddy and his mixed signals were gone and her stress over her impending last year at Hogwarts was gone, too. This was just what the doctor had ordered.