Party Police.

Chapter Twenty-Four.

True to her word, (Y/n) had started her process of befriending Moaning Mertle. Every day, she would check where the girl was and then casually 'ran into' her. The first few times, Mertle did nothing to cry, but (Y/n) gave a listening ear, giving her full attention to the ghost and using her socializing skills. Eventually, things turned to the point that Mertle would also go off in search of (Y/n) and eventually they just started meeting in the very same bathroom Mertle was murdered in ((Y/n) didn't know that and she most certainly wouldn't openly ask that). Mertle would give (Y/n) the latest news and in turn, (Y/n) gave Mertle a friend.
Another thing (Y/n) picked up on was merely talking to the map. She had grown extremely fond of the 'Marauders' and they appeared to have done the same. (Y/n) gave the map someone to brag to and she would only boost their egos. In turn, they helped her with tips on getting on Peeves' good side and so far she had failed to make progress with the poltergeist. On top of that, the map often gave her hints on just who Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs were. This was, likely, only because she was her mother's daughter and they must have known her mother.
Other than that, the rest of April and half of May was a complete blur. She was getting closer and closer to finishing the year and getting closer and closer to going to the Lovegoods (something she was definitely looking forward to). (Y/n) and Anthony had made it a mutual project to find a way to get her radio (or a radio) working at Hogwarts. Her record worked with no issues, but the radio would not play anything other than her mixtapes.
Needless to say, (Y/n) was growing quite tired with all of the stuff she was doing. From school to homework, extracurricular activities to extra lessons, socializing to befriending, building to experimenting, she was exhausted. Not burnt out, necessarily, just tired. So, she did the logical thing of taking a nap. 

(Y/n) most certainly didn't expect to wake up in the hospital wing. The sun was partially blinding her. She flew up to a sitting position, looking around with wide eyes. Then, she moved to get out of bed.

"Woah, where do you think you're going?" Madam Pomfrey mused. She moved over to (Y/n). "You've got a fever, missy." (Y/n) moved her hand up to touch her forehead. She was burning. "No worries, nothing a quick potion can't fix," assured the nurse. "Might take some time to kick in though. Luckily it's a Sunday and you won't— or haven't— miss any class." Sunday? (Y/n) took a nap on Friday.

"Sunday?" (Y/n) repeated in disbelief.

"Yes, you were brought in yesterday," Madam Pomfrey informed. "Your roommates said you slept for a good sixteen hours before they successfully woke you up. And when they took you to the dining hall for lunch, you passed out on the way there."

"Oh," (Y/n) mumbled, having absolutely no memory of waking up. Madam Pomfrey walked away and out of the resting area of the hospital wing.

"What kind of tea do you want with your potion?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"Um... Cinnamon if you have it," (Y/n) answered. 

"You got it," Madam Pomfrey. She looked up in annoyance as the hospital wing's door was open. "And you've also got visitors," she added. (Y/n) looked out expectantly. Cho rushed into sight and practically tackled (Y/n) into a hug.

"Careful, Cho!" Leanne panicked.

"You guys are acting as though I died," (Y/n) said hoarsely.

"You may as well have!" Cho wept.

Marietta nodded in agreement. "You would've fallen down the stairs if... what was his name again?"

"Oliver Wood," Katie emphasised. "Keeper of the Gryffindor team."

"Yeah, him," Marietta continued. "If he wasn't passing us when he did, you would've fallen down the stairs."

"Well, I know who I'll have to thank," (Y/n) said, accepting Madam Pomfrey's tea.