Harry's mouth twitched into a smile he couldn't hold back. "You're going to be a Veela? Well. That's Ron useless for the whole time then. Unless you need someone to shout at you. Then he'll be right helpful." Harry attempted to scoot stealthily out of smacking range.
"Saturday," Harry agreed. He looked around the bathroom and then made a face, shrugging. "You Prefects are bloody spoiled, you know. We should go back, before someone wants to come in and do laps in the tub."