Party Police.

Chapter Eleven.

Within the second (Y/n) sat down, owls flooded into the Great Hall per usual. But what caught everyone's attention was one long, thin packages being carried in by six large screech owls (each). It was dropped in front of Harry. (Y/n) had been wise enough to get her broom earlier that morning. Specifically when she was about to send Hoshi off with a letter of news. The news seemed to have reached them already, though. Or, maybe, they sent an early broomstick as good luck.

"Team!" the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, Stephen Kleinbaum, said as he waved them forward. At length, they approached. "Names, boxes, get your uniforms and then find your size in House merch."

"House merch?" (Y/n) quietly asked. "I didn't know we already had House merch..."

"New thing. New funding, I should say," Stephen answered. "As in just created this year," he explained. "The team get their free selection and the supports have to pay."

"What did you guys do before merch?" (Y/n) asked.

"Depends, usually," Stephen answered. "Last year, we got funding from one of our teammate's families. Year before last, we had to basically pay our way onto the team, and when I was manager for my third year, we sold candy," he listed off.

"And how are we getting funding this year?" (Y/n) asked, holding a letterman jacket up to her form. She wound up being stuck with one that was two sizes too big, much to Stephen's amusement. (Y/n) didn't care as larger clothes gave her a sort of comfort.

"Blair, our previous captain, is still funding the team," Stephen said. 

"Really?" (Y/n) asked in surprise.

"Mhm. I'm having us sign a card for her sometime after practice," Stephen said. "No uniforms today!" he announced to the team. "Just get into something you can move in. Work out gear. Whatever you want to call it. We aren't going into the air today." There were a few odd looks sent his way, but eventually, they broke up with the boys going to their locker room and (Y/n) going to the girls'.

When the team had officially reassembled, Stephen had them line up oldest to youngest and introduce themselves, their year, and their favourite team. From oldest to youngest, Ismael Tartt was a seventh-year liked the Ballycastle Bats, Kai Hyde was a sixth-year who liked the Montrose Magpies, Stephen Kleinbaum was a sixth-year who liked the Ballycastle Bats, Stanley Johnstone was a sixth-year who liked Puddlemere United, Craig McKibben was a sixth-year who liked the Wimbourne Wasps, and Roger Davies was a third-year who liked the Holyhead Harpies. (Y/n) came to two conclusions: one, she had no clue who any of those teams were, and two, there would be practically a new team by (Y/n)'s fourth year.

"Um, I'm (Y/n) (Y/l/n)," she began shyly. "I'm a second-year and I like... The Silver Peacocks," she said. The team blinked at her.

"Are they a new team?" Kai ventured to ask.

"To hockey? No! They've been around since at least the 40s!" (Y/n) said. Again, they stared oddly at her. "Perhaps you guys were referring to football... I really don't watch—"

"Football?" Stephen laughed, finally catching on. "No, no, no! I was referring to Quidditch teams!"

"Oh..." (Y/n) blushed.

"What's your team?"

"I... don't watch Quidditch. I don't think there's a channel for it."

"Well, there isn't. You'd have to listen to the radio, really," Ismael chimed.

"I don't have one, still," (Y/n) said. The boys glanced at one another.

"Does this mean we're the ones that get to introduce you to the world of Quidditch outside of Hogwarts?" Roger gasped playfully.