Severus tilted his head back, letting the hot water cascade over his face.
Long before Wenxiu Lord had approached him from the dungeon corridor, Severus had caught a scent on the boy—a fragrance he often smelled on Sirius Black. Unlike the bitter, lingering aroma of the potions Severus spent his days brewing, this was something faint, fresh, and clean.
(Kreacher: "You should thank me. If I didn't put so much effort into his clothes every day, the boy would smell like sweat.")
Chapter 40