Nudity Alert!

[Benjamin Turner]

Open to 1-3 male prefects or quidditch captains!

After hearing stories of the prefects’ bath from some of the older students (and some of the more wistful younger ones), Benjamin Turner was eager to experience it for himself. To bathe in something larger than the small tubs provided in the dormitory was the height of luxury, and well worth the long walk downstairs, the silver P on his robes glinting in the candlelight as he made his way through the corridors. Though late in the evening, it was not yet curfew—he would have, by his estimation, a solid half of an hour to relax before he had to worry about returning to the Ravenclaw tower!

He offered the password and the door opened—that was good, Ben thought; he had been afraid someone else might be using it, one of the young ladies, even!

This feeling of confidence, though, was shaken entirely when he discovered the bath was already occupied, just not by a young lady. Pink bloomed in the fifth year’s cheeks immediately as the basket that carried his soap and towel clattered to the marble floor as he stood terrified, unsure what to do. He had seen other boys naked before, of course, but only Benji and only when they were quite young. This was decidedly new territory, and the prudish Benjamin was not at all prepared for it!

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[Isaiah Triggs]

Isaiah had decided one of the best benefits of being a prefect was the use of the prefect bathrooms. They were quite luxurious when it came down to it but the best part was the silence. He had found that he was able to relax more than he could anywhere else while soaking in the bath. He, however, hadn't been entirely aware that the bath was communal so when the door opened, he had been rather surprised.

The surprise turned into a bit more of shock when the other boy dropped his basket of soap. Isaiah wasn't at all accustomed to bathing with someone else but it didn't bother him nearly as much as it appeared to bother the other boy. They had all the same bits, after all, didn't they?

"You've dropped your soap," he said, though the fact was rather obvious. He didn't move to retrieve it though, not exactly prepare to leave the warmth of the bath and cover of the bubbles.

  

[Rasmus Mohr]

Rasmus was going to miss the prefects' bath when he completed school in the spring. It was so luxurious, and he was perpetually amused by the diving board. He usually tried to find quieter times to bathe since he liked to get really relaxed, but it seemed today he'd arrived after two other boys - a rather pretty boy in the tub already, and Turner who seemed to have also just arrived.

"Evening," he greeted, shamelessly starting to strip off his clothes and cold them tidily out of splash range of the tub. He had never been as uncomfortable with the bathing situation in here as was probably normal, and it didn't occur to him that a couple of boys who probably only fancied girls might get tangled up over this.

Within a few moments he was pulling off his shirt, not thinking anything of the small gold tone in his nipples or the fading hicky on his collar bone. The former was not unheard of, and the latter he'd make up a story about if the younger boys could identify it.

  

[Benjamin Turner]

At least the bubbles covered anything awkward, but even with that in mind, it still took Ben a few moments to recover. Had it been one of his dormmates—Somersby or Kapadia, for example—the Ravenclaw might have been a bit more at ease, but he didn’t know Triggs particularly well. He was almost recovered when they were joined by a third boy, this one the half-veela Rasmus Mohr, and Ben all but made his mind up to forgo this particular privilege and stick to the traditional toilets.

“Evening,” he offered to each of the other prefects in turn as he knelt to retrieve his bathing things.
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At least Mohr’s heritage explained why he was so comfortable with this, Ben thought as he eyed the stripping seventh year. A glint caught his eye, and not one of a badge—this was on the older boy’s chest, and Ben realized with some embarrassment that he was squinting to make out what it was.

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[Isaiah Triggs]

Talk about awkward. Isaiah wasn't entirely sure what to do or say. The other prefect to join them was a bit intimidating with the way he was so at ease. Isaiah was a bit oblivious to the other boy's heritage so he was unable to make the connection the first boy had.

He watched, however, as the first stooped to pick up his things. He would have helped had he not already been undressed and in the water. He figured getting out to help would have only made things all the more awkward. "I wasn't planning on staying much longer," he said simply instead, maybe the fact that he would be leaving soon enough would make it easier on all of them.