Party Police.

Chapter Thirteen.

TW: Reader getting her first period

(Y/n) twisted off the cap to her thermos and took a drink of her (still hot) tea. Angelina gaped.

"How do you do that?" she asked as (Y/n) set the bottle down. Steam momentarily came from the bottle as (Y/n) pulled the drink away to talk.

"Do what?"

"Keep your drink warm!" Angelina answered. "What spell do you use?"

"Oh, this is a thermos—" (Y/n) said around her water bottle.

"Thermos!" Angelina chanted, waving her wand and pointing it at the water bottle of room temperature water. (Y/n) lurched forward, choking on her tea as she laughed. She coughed into her elbow. They all looked at her in alarm. Nothing happened to Angelina's water. Katie patted (Y/n)'s back. 

"No," (Y/n) giggled out. "It is not a spell! It is the type of water bottle I have!" She tapped the nails she was working on growing out (no longer having the habit of biting them) against it. "See how it is not plastic? It is steel that keeps warmth or coolness trapped inside, but I am sure you can find a spell that will work."

"Where can I find one?"

"The same place you got that, I reckon," she said. "Unless it came from a shop in the wizarding world." She paused for a moment, squinting at Angelina then at the others. "Are you all Pure-bloods?" They all nodded. "I am going to start introducing you to Muggle things," she declared. "That way you will not have to take a Muggle Studies class if you want to know an inkling about the 'Muggle World.' Speaking of Muggle Studies, can you believe that course is taught by a Pure-blood? The audacity! I could teach that class better! A Half-blood would be better suited! Even if she knows a great deal about Muggles, she did not grow up as one! I mean no offence to her, of course, but come on—" (Y/n) cut her rambling off as she spotted a timid girl working on building up the courage to approach their table. She had a white striped shirt with a corduroy yellow overall dress. Her short hair was in double braids. Her hands tightly gripped her over the shoulder bag and she was anxiously staring at the table. Beside her was a Desi boy in a sweater and black sweatpants, mumbling beside her, hyping her up. "Kaite," (Y/n) whispered. She nudged the Gryffindor and nodded her head in their direction. Katie's face lit up. 

"Leanne!" she shouted. Madam Pince instantly shushed her. She gave a quick apology before leaping up and hurrying over to the two. (Y/n) knew they were Hufflepuffs based on the fact she shared a flying class with them. She waved her fingers in greeting as they eventually strolled over. The boy sat beside her at the end seat and Leanne sat with Katie directly across from them.

"Hi, Anthony," (Y/n) greeted. Anthony greeted her.

"You prepared for our Flying exam?" he asked, leaning his forehead against his fist and looking at her.

"Absolutely not," (Y/n) answered. "I can handle moving and staying in the air for two and a half minutes." She shook her head. Anthony snorted.

"I think there's an alternative," Leanne said quietly. (Y/n) looked curiously at her. "Something like a five-page essay on either Quidditch or the mechanics of flying."

"Five pages?" (Y/n) thought aloud, weighing down her choices. "As in five pages front and back or two full pages and a front?" Leanne shrugged.

"You'll have to ask her tomorrow, I suppose," Anthony answered. "Though, I can't imagine an essay will get you out of our final in June."

"Little Ravenclaw scared of flying?" Fred mused. "Isn't that ironic?"

"Finish your questions, Fred," said Bill. "If either of you fails this exam, I can't imagine mum will be too happy with any of us."