At least that was what she told herself day after day while using scougify on herself and her clothes until even magic didn’t make her feel clean anymore. She longed for a hot shower and enough soap to rub her skin pink and raw. Every so often she quietly thanked Madam Pomfrey for the contraception spell, because having her period and relying on female hygiene products was an inconvenience she didn't need while on the run from Death Eaters.