That was answer enough, or should be. Gryffindors and Slytherins didn't get along. Everyone knew that. Was Daphne trying to get her hurt purposefully so she couldn't play in the next game? If she kept pouting like that, then Harriet was going to slip and break her neck...
"Like what you said today was nice."
Frowning as the other girl walked up to her, she immediately felt threatened. Reaching for her wand, she relaxed when Daphne moved away. Only after the redhead had disappeared behind the changing screen did she realize that her hand was not on her wand, but on her own thigh. Shocked, she didn't recall putting it there...at least it was still outside her skirt.
Hearing the ruffle of clothing, she saw the shadow of Daphne behind the screen. If she was smart, she would have used this opportunity to get undressed and slip into the bath tub. Instead, she sat there and gawked...and continued to gawk rather blatantly as the Slytherin came out in a robe, disrobed, and got into the bath tube. Gulping, she found herself clinging to her shampoo bottle for support. Squeezing it too hard, the contents squirted out like a...well...
"Erm...I don't have a robe," she spoke more to herself then Daphne.