Party Police.

Chapter Three.

"Alright, this is where you will get your uniform," Professor Vector stopped in front of a shop titled Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. "I will be just next door getting your textbooks. If you're done before I am finished, you can wait outside, but do not wander off. There are plenty of people who would take advantage of a lone first-year." She pats (Y/n)'s head before heading inside the bookshop. (Y/n) nervously entered Madam Malkin's shop alone. 

Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve. "Hogwarts, darling?" she said when (Y/n) paused to look around. "Got the lot here— another young man being fitted up just now, in fact." Her eyes drift over to the said boy. After (Y/n) untied her coat, Madam Malkin slid it off and hung it up.

In the back of the shop, a brunet boy, no younger than her, stood on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. He smiled kindly at her, moving to wave, but the witch scolded him before he was able to. Madam Malkin stood (Y/n) on a stool next to him, slipped a long robe over her head, and began to pin it to the right length. 

"Hello," said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?"

"Yes," (Y/n) said shyly, keeping her eyes anywhere other than the boy, Madam Malkin, and the other witch. 

"First-year?" she nodded in answer. "Ah. It isn't so scary after your first week. I'm starting my second year." he continued. "Maybe you'll be sorted into Hufflepuff like me!" (Y/n) nodded again. 

"Quiet little thing, aren't you?" The witch measuring the boy chuckled. (Y/n) flushed. 

"I'm going to try and make the Quidditch team this year," the boy continued, paying no mind to (Y/n)'s shy nature. "Do you play Quidditch? Are you going to try and play for your team next year?"

(Y/n) was nothing short of confused on this new term. Quidditch? Was it a sport? A game? A club? "Maybe," she answered shortly. The boy beamed. 

"Then one day we'll play with or against one another! Do you know what House you'll be in yet?" She shook her head. "That's okay! You don't seem mean enough to be in Slytherin, but if you were, we could still be friends!" (Y/n) smiled. The term hadn't even started and she already made a potential friend. 

"That's you done, my darling," said Madam Malkin. She moved into the back of her shop and returned with three boxes and a paper bag. She boxed three sets of her uniform in each box before tying it with ribbon and sliding it into the box. (Y/n) grimaced at the amount of paper being used. She hopped down from the stool. She waved at the boy and moved towards the door. She slipped on her coat and tied it before exiting the shop.

"Wait, I didn't—" the door closed behind her before he could finish his sentence. (Y/n) clutched the strap of her canvas bag, looking around the street for any sign of Professor Vector and her high, red hat. (Y/n) held her umbrella above her. She couldn't see very well through both the rain and the crowds of people. She winced as her shoulder was bumped.

"Oi! Girly!" A voice hollered from behind her. She stares at the voice with wide eyes. The man strode up to her with his hands behind his back. "Would you, by chance, care for a necklace?" he asked, thus revealing what was behind his back. 

"Oh! No thank you—" he went behind her, holding the necklace up.

"Come on. Isn't it pretty? Pretty for your little neck?" (Y/n) ducked her head beneath the necklace and backed away from the man.

"Hey! She said no," a voice called out. He gently pulled her behind him, thus putting something between the girl and the man. She stared up at her ginger saviour with adoration.

"This doesn't involve you, lad."

"It does when you're openly harassing a child." The ginger jeered in reply. The man scowled, walking off. "Hexed, I reckon..." he mumbled to himself, making sure the man was gone before turning to the girl. "Are you alright?"