When her entire body and hair had been cleaned, she forced herself out of the tub to search for food. She wished her wand had been on her so she could dry herself off quickly, but dealt with just a fluffy caramel-colored towel. She paused in her path to the sink where she had last seen a comb she wanted to attempt on her hair. Where her dirty clothes had last been, had all but disappeared. She remembered the clothes she had seen on the bench at the foot of the bed. She assumed she was to change into that.