What did Daphne care? After the jeering she gave...wait...why was the Slytherin even here? It had to be out of the way from her Prefect rounds. What had she done to earn her ire? Harriet hadn't jinxed or hexed a Slytherin weeks...but that might change. Finding herself staring at Daphne's legs, she quickly averted her eyes.
"Because I want to be," she responded lamely. "Obviously it wasn't enough, here you are again."
Turning back to glare at Daphne, she didn't like that the other girl took pleasure from her pain. Not sure what else to say, and not about to assault a Prefect and get into trouble...yet...she began to make ready for her bath. Stupid Slytherins with their stupid flippy hair that is so distracting... she thought as she began to run the hot water. The water began to foam with bubbles automatically, the bubble bath mixture being added in by the bath itself.