She had a nice and relaxing evening in the Prefect Bathroom–hot water soothed her muscles, and the book she read did wonders to her befuddled brain. The bath was also big enough that she could swim a bit without getting claustrophobic; she loved the way the evening autumn sun fell through the tinted glass windows and played with the lavender water. Even her bracelet caught the sunrays, making her smile. She stared at it for a long time and fiddled with the strings. She didn’t even take it off–didn’t have to since the piece was charmed to repel water and dirt. It was also comfortable, never irritating her skin, and honestly it brought her some sense of comfort, one of the few constants in her chaotic, ever changing life. She didn’t want to let go of it, and not even Malfoy could snatch it from her. 