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Andy's head was spinning, unable to shake the headache she had been carrying around now for nearly four hours she decided to go and have herself a long hot soak in the prefects bath tube. Still unused even after all these years of walking through the corridors in her towelling robe, slippers and wash bag, with her change of clothes neatly folded in a bag thrown over her arm Andromeda muttered the password to the portrait who pretended not to have heard her.
"Would you just open up please, I'm not in the mood today" she tried to be polite but old Vasselguth was simply in a foul mood as well. Finally she glared at the confounded painting and raising her voice said the password clear enough for the foolish oaf to hear her.
"I hear you, no need to shout you know" he barked at her, opening the passage way to let her in to the prefects room. Andy passed through glad it was empty for a change and went directly to the large bathroom off to the side of the lounge. The room was sumptious, a large elaborate turkish bath adorned the center of the room with intricate faucets in the shape of fishes, mermaids and other underwater life. Looking about her she smiled turning on a variety of the taps so that bubbles burst out of some, water out of others and scented bath oils poured from others. The room soon filled with her favorite smells, knowing exactly which ones by now to use for her own personal use. All were of some type of rose.
Slowly she let her feet slide from her slippers as she placed her bag of clothing and toiletries to the side, then undoing her robe let it fall from her body to the floor. Andy placed one foot then the other into the bath before finally submerging herself into the hot aromatic water. Surfacing slowly and wiping the hair back from her face as she did so. It was now mid October and there had been much on her mind since she had returned. Her behavior for one was alot to be desired, knowing her uncle and father would be so ashamed of her if they knew what she was up to. Still she told herself it was all in the name of fun but as she slid herself down so her shoulders were covered in the aromatic bubbles Andy knew that there was one particular encounter that had been more. Deny it as she would to herself, somethings simply couldn't be denied and that was how she had reacted body and mind to Crispin.
"Would you just open up please, I'm not in the mood today" she tried to be polite but old Vasselguth was simply in a foul mood as well. Finally she glared at the confounded painting and raising her voice said the password clear enough for the foolish oaf to hear her.
"I hear you, no need to shout you know" he barked at her, opening the passage way to let her in to the prefects room. Andy passed through glad it was empty for a change and went directly to the large bathroom off to the side of the lounge. The room was sumptious, a large elaborate turkish bath adorned the center of the room with intricate faucets in the shape of fishes, mermaids and other underwater life. Looking about her she smiled turning on a variety of the taps so that bubbles burst out of some, water out of others and scented bath oils poured from others. The room soon filled with her favorite smells, knowing exactly which ones by now to use for her own personal use. All were of some type of rose.
Slowly she let her feet slide from her slippers as she placed her bag of clothing and toiletries to the side, then undoing her robe let it fall from her body to the floor. Andy placed one foot then the other into the bath before finally submerging herself into the hot aromatic water. Surfacing slowly and wiping the hair back from her face as she did so. It was now mid October and there had been much on her mind since she had returned. Her behavior for one was alot to be desired, knowing her uncle and father would be so ashamed of her if they knew what she was up to. Still she told herself it was all in the name of fun but as she slid herself down so her shoulders were covered in the aromatic bubbles Andy knew that there was one particular encounter that had been more. Deny it as she would to herself, somethings simply couldn't be denied and that was how she had reacted body and mind to Crispin.