She'd never been inside - nor near the Prefect's bathrooms. The Portrait opened into a beautiful, luxurious suite bathroom and the redhead sighed in relief. A breaaaaaaaaaak! She wanted a nice loooong bath and some time to herself. Quiet time. No pestering first years, and no problems. They would stay firmly OUTSIDE the portrait. She grinned examining her surroundings as she walked in. There were all the different bottles and colours..and smeeeeeeeellls. NOMMY. One smelt like CHOCKLIT she was sure of it! And so there began the experimenting with different coloured water.. and smells and the whole bathroom was soon overpowered by different scents and bubbles. There was A LOT of bubbles

She smiled and slipped off the bathrobe. Swimmers. Well... it WAS a public bathroom. And there were cool swimmers. With little frills and red polka dots. Cool ones. Yeah.
She hesitantly dipped her toe into one of the pools. The water was purrrrrrrrrrfect. Making a satisfied sound, she undid her bun and slid in.

Oh..

Heaaaaaaven.

Caked in mud from head to foot, Oliver trudged along the corridor on the fifth floor, leaving behind a trail of muddy footprints in his wake. He shivered as he approached the painting outside the prefects bathroom, hugging his arms around himself, his teeth chattered loudly from the shock of getting soaked through and then not being able to get warmed up.

The painting swung open automatically for him. He, of course, had access to this place last year when he was Quidditch Captain. He stepped in, to be greeted by lovely aromatic smells and a room full of steam and rainbow coloured bubbles. Dammit! Someone had beaten him to the large bath.

“Um.. Hello?” He squinted into the mist. If it was one of the girls.. Sarah or Lori or one of the other female prefects, he'd just leave them to it. He walked further into the room, the large painting swinging closed behind him.

Hello.

Oh FORTHELOVEOFGOD.

Why did Hogwarts INSIST on always having someone pop up at really inconvenient times. She opened her eyes, scowling a little and pushed away some of the bubbles.

"achyeah?" She muttered. "Can't you like.. come back in a day or two?" Just so she could have her nice, relaxing, peaceful, ALONE time. But it sounded like a boy. Hm. There weren't THAT many people it could be. She knew all the male Prefects. It didn't sound like Raiden.. or Fletcher. Or Miles. It didn't sound like Brant either.

Wait a minute..

"Oliver? Sorry .. I thought it was someone else.." She grinned. That was so typical. Turning, so she was facing the direction of the sound, she laughed brightly leaning against the edge with a smile. "Eveeeeeeeening."

A seemingly disembodied voice came from the mist. A slow smile spread across the Slytherin's face. Cameron. Although she was muttering, there was an impatience to her tone which was completely unique to the redhead. Lori would have yelled and hurled something; Sarah would have told him very politely to go away... and Oliver didn't really know Nia very well off the Quidditch pitch, nor Iris (which was a shame) so Merlin knows how they would have reacted.

“Evening, Hammy.” He replied brightly and chuckled a little at her apology. “S'ok, babe. Can I come in? I'm FREEEZING!” He squinted, trying to see her. “Bit OTT on the bubbles there, babe.” He smirked, reaching out to catch a large purple lavender smelling bubble.

Hammy. Urgh. She still did NOT understand the origins of that nickname. For real. She swirled the rainbow bubbles around and replied, "Curls." At least her one made sense. heh. He cam closer and she squinted into the fanfare. It was rather pretty - peaceful making. Fengshushu or something. It was nice and quiet.. or had been.

She nodded at the question. But freezing? "Urrrmm, sure." The water was uber warm. And she would probably not notice him there.. just fall asleep *yawn*
"What were you doing anyway?" She asked, through a yawn. Heh. His later question caused her to shrug. She liked the bubbles. "They're pretty." And nobody had told her what the little bottles did..

Curls. He grinned. He hadn't heard that nickname in A LONG time. Except Curly in flying but it didn't sound so sweet when it came out a lad's mouth. A lad who was about to collide with you at speed. Oliver was still kinda sore from the incident. A nice bubble bath oughta help undo a few knots as well as warm him up.

He pulled off his muddy shoes.. and the rest, leaving on his swimming shorts which he'd worn originally because he was thinking about going for a dip in the lake. But the water, rather predictably considering it was February, was icy cold. “I.. um..” He dipped a toe in the water, drawing it back quickly. It seemed mega hot after being chilled through. “I saw a merperson.” He sat on the side of the bath and dangled his legs in the water, watching the water darken around them as the mud mixed with it. “I was leaning over, trying to get a better look and I fell... like into the shallow muddy water.” He pushed himself right into the water and eyed the bubbles. “Smells nice.” He mumbled, closing his eyes as the water began to do it work and warm him. “Hmm..” This was nice. Why hadn't he come up here more often?

The winter was a looong time and Cameron was just now realising how much she'd missed out on. Everyone covered up in winter and while the clothing was seasonally appropriate it also meant that she didn't get to see much of her boyfriend. Covered underneath layers of robes and scarves and thermals was an absolutely droolworthy body. She felt almost like she was in the same position as she'd been in a year ago. Deja vu, much? And even though it was absolutely pathetic, she was enough of a girl to giggle brightly and hide behind a mountain of bubbles. rawrrrrrrrrrr.

She snickered at his reply. That was typical. "Did the merman laugh at you?" She asked, trying to repress laughter. And now he was muddy. Speaking of muddy! Cameron scowled as she watched the pools of mud drip and contaminate her crystal clear rainbow water. She eyed him. "It's called a shower, you take them before -" But she was cut off by him as he got in completely. "Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." It was going to go all ewwwww. HMPH. Her pretteh party was now yucky. Batting away bubbles, she pulled herself up on the ledge watching the murky water with pity. It had been so pretty.

She wrinkled her nose with a pout when he said it smelt nice. Well it HAD smelt nice. She splashed some water at him and poked her tongue out. She'd make herself another one. HEH

A grin to rival the Cheshire Cat's himself appeared on Oliver's face when Cam started giggling and hiding behind bubbles and acting all coy. There might be no Quidditch, but the lad still had it.. oh yeah. And Cam was hella cute when she did that.

He smirked in response to her question, batting some bubbles her way. “Yeah. I felt like a right divvy.. and a bunch of firsties saw and laughed and didn't even attempt to help me..” Pout. Yeah.. and said divvy threw a stone at the merman, but he decided not to divulge that part of the story... or the part where after he struggled out of the mud, he bowed to the kids and made a spectacle of himself like the attention deprived boy he was. Cam didn't need to know that her boyfriend was even more of a twat than she already thought he was.

He dunked his head under the water, more mud clouding what had been lovely clear water, missing Cam's words about taking a shower as his ears filled with water. He resurfaced, hair wet and flat and tickling the back of his neck being and much much longer than it looked when dry.

He watched her moved to the side and haul herself out. He looked from her to the murky water and back again. “What's the matter?” He asked. “It'll blend in in a mo.” Pfft.. girls. “Mud's good for the skin, you know?” He waded over and looked up at her, a glint of pure mischief in his green eyes. “Come back in..” He said giving her the puppy dog eyes. Mwhahaha! He grabbed her by the ankles and pulled...

Well, so much for her being inconspicuous. She splashed him defensively. Hmph. His grin told her as much. She poked her tongue out. "Whatever.." It just meant she had to be more ninja next time.

She grinned darkly and blew the bubbles away from her face. "Numpty." She laughed cheekily and shrugged. "It's becoming a habit, witcha, isn't it? Marshes, bogs, mud baths, swamps. You love getting dirty." Good thing it hadn't been a swamp again. He'd absolutely reeked that day. ..Which was also the day they started going out and the day she'd turned him green.. and the day they'd almost gotten eaten by a squid.

Eventful..

"D'aww, I'm sure they were just.." Scared? She giggled unhelpfully. Usually first years, or the ones Cam had met, we're a lovely bunch. Overly curious and willing to go to crazy lengths to please their Professors, but sweet. Kurumi even made her cookies!

Hmph. She scowled, crossing her arms over her chest as she sat on the ledge. Her water was yuck. She didn't want to go back in now. It was cold too - half in the water and half out but she was not swimming in muddy water. She'd done that when she was five. When he resurfaced, having not heard her comment, she tried to repress a smile. He looked absolutely adorable. "Nice do." Now he really did look like a drowned rat.

She pulled a face at his diagnosis. "It's still muddy and gross." Five minutes ago it had been rainbow and pretty and colourful and now it looked like .. ick.
"You'd now.." She told him with a small laugh. She sobered as he neared her, alarm bells ringing at the worrisome glint in his eyes. "Oliver.." She warned, fingers curling around the stone edge of the pool. She squirmed as he asked her to come back in. "Not now.. it's gross - " And she would've ranted a little more, but suddenly she felt him yank her ankle and instead of some well-deserved scolding, Oliver suddenly had Cameron on top of him. She scowled and flailed, somehow pushing herself up, spitting water and looked irate.

"If you wanted me that bad, coulda just said so.." She muttered, glaring at him and spitting muddy water. Gross. Just gross.

The rather wicked grin remained plastered across Oliver's face as water was splashed in his direction. He raised a hand defensively as if that would protect him from the tirade. Cam might be defensive about her adoration, but this wee chick did wonders for Oliver already inflated ego.

Numpty? It was both amusing and sweet that she had started sharing his odd vocabulary. “Hey the swamp was a selfless heroic act.” He puffed his chest out and chuckled. “S'not really a new thing. An' anyway, a little bit of dirt never hurt anyone.” Except maybe that swamp water. Maan, he was so ill after swallowing a load of that icky gloop. “You should try it sometime.” He winked. Getting dirty, not drinking swamp water. Retch.

Pfft.. He scrunched up his face making him resemble an old man who'd been sucking on lemons. “They were amused.” He shrugged. “I would have been too in their place. But I'd have helped at least. So much for Gryffindor bravery.” He mumbled... cos some of them were Reds. He smiled and splashed water in Cam's direction when she continued to giggle. “I'm glad I'm such a source of amusement to you, Miss Caddock.” hehe! Well... he kept her on her toes.

Ahh.. The mud in his hair floated to the surface making the water even murkier and uninviting. “Chuck us the shampoo, will ya?” He nodded to the bottles by Cameron. “This is nice though, innit?” He said meaning the bathroom. “The prefect stuff comes with it's advantages.” And being a Quidditch captain. Great watching the kids go off after practice all mucky safe in the knowledge that he could come up here and have a relaxing bath while they suffered. heh.

He rolled his eyes. “Merlin, Cam. It's only mud.” Although he had to admit he had ruined her bath rather. He smiled at her joke and shook his head. “Can you not tell?” He gestured to his teenage, spot prone skin with a wave of his hand and grinned.

But she didn't really have a choice in coming back in, did she. The warning went over his head and all he did was smirk annoyingly at the Lion. With a splash, he caught the lassy and broke into a fit of cackles at her expense (yeah, cos that wasn't annoying). “I.. did. And you just whined about the water being mucky.” He planted a kiss on her wet cheek as she glared daggers at him, and made his way to edge, hauling himself out. “Lets run another one?" He suggested. “Complete with rainbow bubbles and no mud or boy stink.” He eyed the mucky water. Man, he HAD ruined it hadn't he? He hadn't realised just how muddy he'd been. Hehe! Awesome.

Cameron would've hit him with something. Hard and fast. But the only ammo she had were bubbles and piteous giggling. So she conceded with plenty of each. "Sod off," She protested at his expression. Meanie moo.

She shook her head and laughed darkly. "Call it what you will, you fell in and smelt like sewers for the rest of the day," She winked brightly. If it hadn't been for her, he would've continued stinking out the castle. She'd been so selfless and such.. pfffft.
The redhead made a face at his proposition. "umm.. No. If bookdust get's me allergic.. I don't even want to know the danger I could put myself into by getting dirty." And she was only half kidding.

Amused. There was the word she'd been looking for. "Laughing at you, not with you, babe." She reached over and ruffled his hair in a patronzing fashion before ducking away to the other side. *cackle* She waved her hand dismissively. "You didn't fall into a pit of flames, Oliver. You fell in a puddle. Hardly solicits saving. Wuuuuuuusss." She giggled and poked his side.

She grinned and shrugged. "Keep going the way you're going and I'll keep ya around." Clapping her hands together, the bubbles flew in various directions and she laughed childishly. Fun! She hadn't had this much fun in ages. Just.. stupid fun. No need to act friendly.. or nice.. or rule-abiding. She was cool. A maverick. The badge just haltered her previous way of thinking. *grumble*

Ewwww. She sat observing the silty, brown, murky water with a disgusted face. He was STILL swimming in it. Chuck him the shampoo? She smiled darkly. "Gladly." Then pegged at his head. But her aim wasn't all that great. It missed him.. fail.
Advantages? She shrugged. A pretty bathroom. T'was pretty much it. "..eh.." Sometimes it was a right pain having to always be smiling and social. Man, that got her back up. The constant, ever-pressing need to socialise. Because people expected it. Ew. Hermit!Girl was not impressed..

He looked like Trixie at that moment. She blinked and kicked the water with her toes. "I wanted a bath. Y'know. To get clean. Relax. Maybe persuade some elves to bring me some chocolate strawberries? And some pumpkin juice?" Now.. she was cold.. icky and entertaining company. Lovely company - but still company.

Dirty water slopped over the edges and hit the clean towels and floor. She made a face at him, using his shoulders to prop herself up as he laughed at her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she poked his cheek as he kissed her wet one. "Liar." He was just a evil little twitchy boy she happened to adore. Letting him go, she stood in the middle of the mucky water as he got out. Another bath? A pretty one?

Her eyes sparkled and she bounced out and skidded over to the little basin-y thing with the different coloured potions bottles. A little bit of the purple one.. and the round fat one and perhaps a little of the orange one! Oooooh! That smelled nice. In a few minutes the room was full - again - with the happy bubbles and nauseatingly sweet smell of incense.

"Sweeeeeeeeeet!"

Cameron's giggles were somewhat infectious and Oliver soon found his evil smirk had morphed into a delighted smile. The girlish sound was something rarely heard from the redhead with the notorious temper and trademark scowl so it was extra special when she decended into such girlish endearment. Oliver was inwardly chuffed that he was able to cause such a lighthearted and sweet sound to escape from her lips.

...Though the protests of 'sod off' spoiled the whole effect rather and the smirk soon returned, eyes glinting with mirth as he watched the cute redhead continue to giggle and attempt to hide.

Man, he was a lucky sod.

Once she'd calmed down, he let out a chuckle at her words. “No. Those two kids fell in.. and I dived in heroically to save them.” Lies.. Well not the saving them part but, yeah, he did indeed fall into the swamp while attempting to fish them out. Pfft.. and yeah.. he did stink after the ordeal.
The bookdust? Haha! Oliver had totally forgotten about Cam and her (airquotes) 'allergies'. “S'good for your immune system innit?” He asked her curiously. “Helps your body protect itself from infections and shizz.” And if that were true, Oliver would be virtually indestructible. He looked at her and raised his brows. “That surprises me to be honest.” He shrugged. “I guess you don't strike me as the kind of girl who would shy away from getting mucky once in a while.” Wink.

He shook his head as she ruffled his hair, reaching out to grab her but she ducked away he could react. “I fell into muddy banks of the lake.” He mock pouted hoping for sympathy of the Cammy variety, giving her full on puppy eyes as she poked him in the side and he flinced away.

He smiled at her next words, watching the bubbles fly in all directions as she clapped her hands. “I hope so.” He said said softly, and added. “I aim to please.”

And away she went when the mud clouded the nice clean water turning it brown. The shampoo came flying towards him at speed, skimming his ear and landing with a plop behind him. “Thanks.” He smirked and proceeded to lather up his mass of hair, humming as he did so, taking his merry time about it and missing Cam's confusion over what he'd said.

Chocolate strawberries and pumpkin juice? He raised his brows and looked at the redhead. “I'm sorry, 'kay?” He said softly. He didn't realise he was bothering her. “I'll get washed and get out of your hair.” Cos even Oliver needed alone time once a while - so he did understand. Such peace was pretty much impossible to come by at Hogwarts. He dunked under the brown water, rinsing his matted locks and comng up for air with a gasp a few moments later.

Oh she so knew she was coming back into the water. This was Oliver after all and the art of relaxation was pretty much lost on the twitchy hyper boy.

He let out a giggle of his own as she poked his cheek and called him a liar. He proceeded to squeeze her in an embrace before releasing her so she could run another bath.

It smelled equally delicious as the last. Oliver hesitated a moment before he grabbed a fluffy white towel to wrap himself in. “It was chocolate strawberries and pumpkin juice, right? Any other requests?”

Cameron eyed him dubiously. She hadn't been there, but would anyone really jump into a swamp? Wouldn't you try use your wand first? She snorted. Heroically. "Liar." Blehh.. he wanted her to get all puffy and sniffly and gross? Oh, GOOD ONE. "It's bad! You can get into all sorts of strife. That's why I avoid the library. So much dust." But her whole vendetta against Ravenclaws had fallen through. What with Miles and Jim and Milo. They weren't half-bad. Strangely, she hadn't met a Ravenclaw girl she liked. EH. She scowled and crossed her arms over her chest, "You'd know all about how to stay healthy, Oliver." Considering he'd probably kill just to keep out of the Hospital Wing.
He spoke the truth though. She didn't come across as the Prettypretty girl. The Prefect shrugged, ignoring his wink. His 'winking' had landed her in a lake with a Squid that wanted to bite what with his 'oh let's just go for a swim, Cameron' Stupid boy.
"I dunno. I didn't care when I was younger. I liked puddles and playing Rugby.. then that was considered odd and I was told to stop." That had been around the time she'd blown up a cat.. and got admitted to Hogwarts. Merrrrhlin.

She laughed brightly at his attempt to reach her and clicked her tongue. "Nuhhh-uhhh." heh. She adorred his hair. It was just embodied all the things she loved about him. *snort* "Chyeah right." Anything to make himself seem cool.. or pathetic. She grinned at his display. "Alright pout!face, what do you want? A hug? Because you fell in a puddle and got laughed at by first years?" It was extremely unfair that he could do that stupid pout. Got whatever he wanted, he did.

Aw. She'd said it all lighthearted and stupid and the ridiculous smile slipped off her face and she replaced with something more sincere. The water wasn't deep but it was a bit of a trek to paddle through and get to him what with the exuberant amounts of bubbles flying everywhere. Poking his cheek, she eyed him. "I was kidding. I wouldn't trade you in for anything. Who else would not listen to me rant about raging Ravenclaws or the evil elves?" She smiled at her accidental alliteration. Made her sound all smart.

She'd never seen this before but it was downright comical. Oliver humming away to himself as he washed his hair. She giggled, swinging her legs beneath the water. What a weird child. She truly wondered if he was telling the truth when he said his mum had dropped him on his head. It would explain a lot..

As he raised his eyebrows at her and went all 'what the hell did you take this morning?' she poked her tongue out. "What? Don't judge me. My taste palette is unique, okay? Bet you've never had a mushroom smoothie before.." She cringed dramatically, her eyes blinking open wide as he spoke. .. Sorry for?
"..Why?" He'd ruined her bath, sure, but she didn't want him to go. "You ruined my plans but I never get to see you. Might as well make it a date." Wasn't she a romantic? Leaving her to her thoughts was never a good idea. She liked being a hermit too much.

She giggled darkly, hiccouping as he squeezed her. She kissed him and then grinned cheekily. "Suu, can I persuade you to stay? A leettle while? For me?" And there came the full on display. All puppy dog, brown eyes, pout and slowly batting eyelashes.

And there were her bubbles again. Purrrrrrrple and pink - enough that Loreali Bristol would be proud, flooded the space and Cameron blinked trying to find her boyfriend through the sparkly floating orbs. Urrrrrrrrm.

He was bringing her foood? Ooooh.

"Chocklit?" She tried to look sheepish but she didn't really care. She wasn't too fussy about what she ate. No model poses here. "And you - have to come back. Don't get all chummy-chummy with the elves."