Party Police.

Chapter Fourteen.

(Y/n) marched straight to the Gryffindor table. She wrapped her arms around Hermione's shoulders. "You'll be at the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw game today, right?" (Y/n) asked Hermione as she propped her chin atop the girl's shoulder. Hermione glanced up at her.

"Maybe," she answered.

"I think it's only fair we go," Harry chimed. "She came to our game."

"Good point," Hermione sighed. "Will you sit in the Gryffindor stands or will we join you in the Ravenclaw stands?"

"Either," (Y/n) chirped. "Gryffindor stands," she corrected. "Too many of you to invite to the Ravenclaw stands but there's only one of me." The surrounding group. 

"Hey," Katie said suddenly, "did you make the—"

"Best be off," (Y/n) said, removing herself from Hermione and going about her panicked way. Katie grinned knowingly and cupped her hands around her mouth.

"(Y/n)!" she shouted. (Y/n) turned around, walking backwards. Katie sent her two thumbs up, getting curious stares from the Gryffindors.

"What's that about? You two planning something? Without us?" Fred asked.

"Something like that—" Katie laughed when (Y/n) turned around and crashed right into Stephen Kleinaum's chest. He, in turn, knocked on the side of her head to which she slapped his hand away. 

(Y/n) velcroed her arm guards and leg guards as she joined her team outside the locker rooms. They were all clad in the same uniform of white pants, a bronze and blue striped shirt, and a blue cape that was lined with bronze on the inside. As it was December, they were clad more warmly by having extra layers under their uniforms. (Y/n) had her hair styled into a loose side ponytail and, true to her word, she tied a yellow ribbon in her hair. The whole team wore various headpieces, from the hoods of their cloaks to beanies, to ear muffs ((Y/n) was the only one with earmuffs). They also had different scarves that seemed to match their taste. (Y/n) had hers wrapped around the lower half of her face. Luckily, her earmuffs were ones that she could hear from.

"All right, team," Stephen said, his voice wavering slightly due to his chattering teeth. "First game of the season. I don't— and never will— have high expectations because this is supposed to be a fun game, not to be taken too seriously and I don't want to pressure anyone. It, of course, wouldn't hurt to regain our second-place position and I bet the House is relying on us too." He paused, thinking of something else to say. "I think it's best to get the Quaffle to (Y/n) as much as possible," he said. "And clear the way for her too."

"Why? You know I don't like glory."

"Because you're a tiny girl against a bunch of boys. Literally. You'll be the only girl out there. They'll either see you as a vulnerable target to attack, hence why we need to clear the way, or they'll see you as someone untouchable, hence why we need to get the Quaffle to you as much as possible. Even if you aren't the one always scoring." (Y/n) narrowed her eyes.

"This feels wrong."

"Nothing wrong with getting a little dirty," Roger shrugged. "Especially when 'getting dirty' doesn't involve cheating."

"It's okay to say 'Slytherin,'" mused Stanley Johnstone, a Beater. The team grinned.

"All right, let's make a grand entrance lads and lady," Stephen instructed, taking the lead. (Y/n) was the last to follow, shuffling her feet through the snow for the sole purpose of trying to get rid of her anxious feelings.

"And there they are!" Lee Jordan announced. "The Ravenclaw team of Tartt, Seeker; McKibben, Keeper; Johnstone and Hyde, Beaters; and Kleinbaum, Davies, and (Y/l— (Y/l/n)?" Lee repeated, looking down at the list of names he was given. He looked up expectantly as (Y/n) fell into the little huddle the team made. (Y/n) ducked her head down as Lee repeated their names once more, announcing they were Chasers.