Since the Christmas Party Cupid had climbed the social hierarchy almost to the top. Wherever he went there would be no doubting the fact he'd receive a pat on the back from a sixth year Hufflepuff, or a 'Hi, Cupid!' as he headed towards his next class. For once student life was perfect for the Slytherin, it was exactly what he had intended. Popularity at Hogwarts mean't he'd automatically be recognised in the wizarding world, or so Cupid thought. Besides, even if he had to work much harder than throwing a talked about party in the real world there was no reason not to enjoy the perks that his recent popularity had gained him.
A fellow Slytherin, sixth year prefect, had offered Cupid the password to the prefects bathroom when he'd overheard him complaining about how the showers had been cold as of late.
'The prefects bathroom always has warm water.' The prefect had advertised before offering the boy the password. Despite being popular Cupid obviously had to offer something in return, there never any generous Slytherins. To brag about him to a girl, Vivianna Varnes. It appeared the prefect liked her for some reason Cupid didn't know, nor was he that interested in the likes of Varnes and her activities. He'd return the favor of course, why wouldn't he? It could sprout another window of opportunity.
The prefect, whose name surpassed Cupid, wasn't kidding. The water was warm. Why was it the prefects had the best bathroom in the school? For studying hard, snitching on students, being a goodie two shoes? There was nothing special about any of those traits, yet here they were with a swimming pool-like bath tub that ran multicoloured water and foamed the entire pool. This was luxurious.
Putting his feet flat against the side wall, his hand stretched behind him gripping hold of the edge tightly, Cupid kicked off hard and pushed his way playfully through the foam bubbles. He wasn't the most keen of swimmers, the Slytherin much rather would play and splash about, which is exactly how he would be spending his time there!