Cedric scrubbed.
And scrubbed harder.
He would never feel clean, he suspects. Or at least never clean enough for the next hundred or so hours. He had already tossed his robes into the fire, and had almost stepped in behind it, had it not been his own acknowledgment that his year-mates would have been horrified to find his body. Well, his and Steve's. Because Steve had tossed his own robes right into the fire as well.
"Cedric hurry your fat arse up, I want hot water too!" called Steve, banging on the door. He sounded desperate, and honestly, Cedric really felt for his best friend.
He really did.
"Use another bathroom!" he called out, voice sing-song.
"ALL MY WASHING POTIONS ARE IN THERE, YOU KNOW MY SKIN IS SENSITIVE!"
"Too bad, Steve!"
"THIS IS THE LAST TIME I CHASE OFF WITH YOU AND HARRY POTTER!"
"You know it's not, Steve!"
Cedric cheerfully poured more shampoo potion onto his head as Steve swore on the other side of the door.