With an exaggerated gasp of horror, she exclaimed, "You're a Slytherin through and through!" Giggling, she grabbed a fistful of her bathing dress and pulled it over her head. She had underestimated how heavy the fabric was. The thick hem swept over the back of her head, pulling her already sloppy chignon entirely loose. As the dress was tossed to the corner of the hut designated for their wet clothes, her stringy hair tickled her lower back.

"Brr!" She shivered and wrapped her arms around her nearly bare torso, her chemise and pantaloons clinging immodestly to her form. She peeled her chemise off and tossed it into the corner. It was then that she realized she'd never been this bare in front of her best friend. They didn't share a dorm room and they'd been modestly leaving their chemises on beneath their dresses when changing in the cottage. Granted, their underthings hadn't been soaked with saltwater so it had worked out just fine. Self-consciously, she slid her arms up a bit to cover her breasts and shuffled over to where the dry dresses were located.

Rather than let on that she was suddenly anxious, she chattered away, "You'd think they'd have a way to heat these for occasions such as this!"