The inevitable happened far more quickly than George would have liked, though the Ravenclaw had known that hiding in such a large, open space was quite futile. Still, the murkiness of the bathwater still obscured what the prefect had worked so diligently over the years to keep hidden, leaving George feeling as though she should at least try to keep up the ruse a bit longer.

"I simply entered as I always do," the Ravenclaw answered unconvincingly with a shrug, face heating up with each syllable that left her tongue. George knew Lestrange knew that George knew that was not the question being asked, but without divulging the whole, convluted story to someone she did not trust in the slightest, what other option was available?

(George had swiftly ruled out befuddling the Slytherin, as she was naked and so did not have a wand on her person.)