Steam from Percy's shower rose over the curtains. He'd already washed his hair and was letting the soap suds sink into his skin when he realized something that made his eyes snap open in panic.
Towels.
There were no towels hanging on the rack. Penny had laundered and folded them all. Yanking the shower curtain aside, he peered out. Granted, his eyesight was poor, but he could make out the distinct lack of towel-shaped blobs against the wall.
"Oh, God." He scrubbed a hand over his face and then shut the curtains. His wand wasn't even in the bathroom. Normally he'd pad out into his flat naked, but Penny was there and she might see him. The thought was mortifying.
He was left with several choices, he thought, trying to rationalize the situation. He could drip dry, standing in the bathtub, and hopefully make it out by dessert. He could put on his clothes wet and change again, but if she saw him she'd think he was an idiot. The last choice...well...she wouldn't have to see him, would she? He examined the shower curtain with an appraising look. No, definitely not transparent in the least. That was good.
He cleared his throat a little and finished washing the suds away from his freckled skin. Summoning up his courage, he turned off the water. "Penny?" he called out. "Penny, are you there?"