And then Keman's luck ran out, as it always did. He jerked away from Shadow and tried to grab the towel out of the halfblood's hands...but it was too late. Shadow had already started washing him again, and the towel was too far out of reach.

It felt like every drop of blood in his body had gone to his face. It had to be just as red as it had been at breakfast.

Probably redder, actually.

"I...ah...you..."