Lucius turned on the tap and watched as the light pink water splashed into the tub, bubbles forming on the surface. He sighed and rolled his shoulders as he removed his (very soft, very comfortable, and VERY expensive) bathrobe and stepped into the tub.
He soaked for a few minutes, letting the exotic pink bubbles cleanse his skin, before he reached over for his very favorite shampoo. The one that came in the crystal bottle and had a delicate Lavender bundle drawn on the front. The one that was light purple and smelled heavenly. The one that no one but himself was allowed to use, no matter how much Cissa wanted to. The one that was currently…gone?
Lucius stared at the bottle, dumbfounded. He turned it upside and shook it, but not a drop came out. He was angry. Very, very angry. All he wanted to do after a long, hard day of torturing Muggles and kissing Dark Lord butt was take a nice bath and use his Lavender shampoo. Was that too much to ask!
He stood and left the tub, pulling his bathrobe on as he walked though his overly spacious and outrageously decorated bedroom. He found his wife in the parlour, listening to a soap opera on the WWN and eating chocolates.
"Oh, hello Lucius. Have a nice bath?" Cissa always could feign innocence well.
"Actually, something unexpected came up and it had to be cut short." Here, he leaned over the couch and pressed his nose lightly into his wife's hair. "By the way darling, your hair smells wonderful."