Party Police.

Chapter Two.

(Y/n) said her second round of goodbyes to Cedric before jogging after the Lovegoods, who had already reached the Burrow and were talking to the Weasleys. At the sight of her, Bill waved her inside their gate.

"Hello," (Y/n) greeted pleasantly.

"Have fun?" Bill asked as the two walked towards the Burrow.

"Mhm," (Y/n) hummed. "Lots of cool trinkets."

"Is that so?" Bill mused.

"Especially at the wizarding market," (Y/n) nodded matter-of-factly. "I got this really cool paper."

"Pa...per?" Bill started to repeat before trailing off in confusion. "Paper?" he repeated to Charlie when (Y/n) jogged after Luna. She slowed down when she entered.

"Perhaps the Lovegoods are rubbing off on her," Charlie said, patting his brother's shoulder before rejoining the family's game of Quidditch (minus the brooms and severely less than fourteen players were present).

Molly watches curiously from the kitchen window as (Y/n) neatly folded a paper. She held it up in her hands with a grin, revealing a paper swan that was flapping her wings. Molly couldn't help the smile that came to her face when (Y/n) blew on the bird and it flew through the air to Ginny, who caught it with a grin. Luna and Ginny peered down at the bird with interest before instantly asking how she made it.

"It's a dragon," Charlie whispered like a giddy child. He held an origami dragon in his palm that would occasionally fly around or blow 'fire' (which in reality was orange paper).

"Not at the table," Molly scolded. 

"Sorry," (Y/n) murmured quietly.

"Not your fault," Charlie chirped, standing up and striding away. He left his dragon with the other small animals that sat on the coffee table in the sitting room. He shortly returned to his seat.

"A week until the wedding, hm?" Molly began with small talk. (Y/n) perked up.

"Already? Hm," Xenophilius hummed.

"So, (Y/n)," Arthur chirped. She looked curiously in his direction. "What is the purpose of a typewriter?" (Y/n)'s lips quip up and she took a bite of her food, assuming he was joking. She stopped chewing at the expectant stares. She swallowed.

"You're being genuine?" (Y/n) asked. Arthur nodded. "Um... it's a device that basically writes for you," she began. "There's ink inside and when you type a letter, there's basically a stamp for the corresponding letter that copies it onto your paper."

"Fascinating!" Arthur exclaimed. (Y/n) beamed. "And a music box? How do those work? Do Muggles use magic?" (Y/n) paused, racking her brain for an answer. Then her eyes lit up.

"Actually, I think I got one today. I'll show you after dinner," she promised. "But to sum it up, it's like if someone continuously was playing a string instrument."

(Y/n) opened the top of the wooden music box she got. There was an engraving of the Beatles' logo. As she explained things, she pointed out the parts.

"When I turn this, the rod will turn this little thing— called a pin drum," she turned it slowly, stopping before it reached the pins. "And these—" she tapped the pins "—will hit these—" she tapped the combs "—called combs. And it will play a tune. Basically like a many-stringed guitar but I guess it sounds rather different." When she turned it, the chorus of Let It Be played up an octave. She gave it to the Weasley closest to her— Ron— and watched as he turned it. "There's also music boxes that'll have something spinning— usually a ballerina— and whenever you open it, a tune and the object automatically begin." Molly smiled faintly.