Holliday wanted to cry.

Correction: Holliday wanted to die.

She was already crying, soft quiet sobs shaking her thin body as her towel-clad body perched on the stool by the bathtub, a stool where her clothes were until the dastardly Peeves had stolen them away. Though the fourth year was no stranger to the poltergeist's schemes, this one was truly vile and the young witch was faced with the choice of going into the common room as good as naked or living in this room forever.

If she died, as she hoped, at least 'forever' wouldn't be particularly long.

She didn't know how long she sat there, though it felt as though an eternity. Holliday was a clever girl, one who did well in school and possessed a sunny disposition, but this was beginning to undo her. Matters, though, were swiftly made worse as a knock began at the door, gentle at first but growing quickly more persistent.

For April Challenge. I envision each common room has having 4-5 "tub rooms" off of it, separate from the privy. While Victorians didn't bathe as frequently as we do, there could still be 'traffic jams' as a result!

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