She filled the shelves in the bathroom with products for her hair because magic spells couldn’t help teasing that beast. She saw a sage-colored bathtub in there and tried to remember when was the last time she took a bath – probably that same summer when she Obliviated her parents. She wanted so badly to take the bath now, to sink into the hot water filled with bubbles and aromatic oils, to wash off all the dirt, the tears, the sweat, the pain of the past few years, she wanted to feel her constantly tensed muscles relax but she resisted that temptation – she couldn’t relax, not even a little bit, not at the Malfoy Manor, not where the High Reeve lived, not when he could invade her space any time he wished to.