Daphne rolled her eyes. “Oh, I see…” She made a dismissive gesture. “The fact I am not in the same house means that we should be nice to each other?” From Daphne’s scoffing it was clear she didn’t think so.
“And what did I say that wasn’t nice?” she called from behind the screen.
From her place in the water, she could see Harriet who hadn’t moved a muscle since she’d left her. Daphne stifled a laugh as she saw what had happened to the other girl’s shampoo bottle. “Did you spill something?” she asked innocently.
Sweat was already beginning to bead on her brow from the wonderfully warm water. It was even raising goose bumps on her soft, pale skin. “You don’t have a robe?” She cocked her head as she regarded Harriet. “I didn’t know you’d need one. You weren’t planning on wearing it into the tub, were you?”
She kept her gaze on Harriet, practically undressing the other girl with her eyes. “Well, you shower all the time in the locker room. Just undress and jump in. You aren’t the shy and modest type are you?” The dare inherent in her voice was impossible to miss.
Reaching up, she twirled an errant lock of her hair as she continued to stare at the Gryffindor wondering if she would be crave enough to get undressed and get in the tub. Daphne had put herself at a disadvantage getting in the water. She hoped Harriet didn’t flee. If she did, Daphne would need to find yet another time and place to corner her.