Swimming Trunks
One brow rose. It did sound like a good idea, to have some sort of clothing that wouldn't get ruined in the water, but he'd never heard of anything like it before. Then again, he had apparently been sealed in the Ring for the past thousand years or more. If they did have such things it stood to reason that he wouldn't have heard of them.
"Swimming trunks are like shorts but they're made of a special material so you can swim with them. You can buy them at Madame Malkin's if you want, just promise me you won't go swimming naked again." She was so red that she looked as though she were feverish, Bakura mused, feeling a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Not where you can see me, at least." Now Bakura let himself grin. "Why are you so embarrassed? It's not like I was having sex or something." Even if he had been he still didn't think there was any reason to get all worked up over it, but seeing Myrtle's reaction to the mere thought of him being naked he didn't think he was going to mention that.
"You – you –" Myrtle's words were garbled and nonsensical, and Bakura found himself laughing quietly.
"I what, Myrtle?" He looked at her, knowing that his amusement showed in his eyes, but not really caring. It was fun to tease her, after all. "Is there something wrong?"
Seeming to get the idea, she stuck her tongue out at him. "Oh, shut up. You really are going to get yourself in trouble if you keep doing things like that."
Bakura snorted. "I doubt that." Seeing the look on her face he relented. "I don't think I'll try that again, though." He wrapped his arms around himself, shivering. "The water's freezing." The thick black robes had been warm earlier, but now they were just cold and damp, making him feel even colder. "Later."
He nearly ran to the common rooms, stripping and climbing under the hot shower with a sense of relief. The warm water pouring over him finally thawed out his skin. Bakura didn't understand how people could stand to live in a place so cold. No wonder they wore clothes even when swimming.
Sighing, Bakura dried off and yanked on clean clothing, dropping the damp robes in a pile for the house-elves to pick up. He missed Egypt. There wasn't anything he could do about that now, however, so he grabbed one of his textbooks and took it to the library, curling up in an armchair and beginning to study.