Getaway Car

Scores and Soap Operas.

(Y/n) pressed her lips together and held up the envelope with her O.W.L. scores. She had a sense of reluctance on her face as she retreated to her corner and broke the seal. She leaned against the wall as she brought out a packet. Her jaw clenched at the many stares she fell under. (Y/n) scanned over the introduction and details painfully slowly. She wasn't at all reading it due to struggling to read the tiny writing. She turned the page and there were a few groans of annoyance.

"Why's this writing so tiny?" (Y/n) grumbled.

"Huh? It is rather small, isn't it?" Ginny hummed. 

"Come on, (Y/n)— You don't need to read any of that," Hermione said. She was rocking on the heels of her feet, waiting for (Y/n) to get to her scores.

"Sorry. I've got news from... someone that there's a special something included with my scores," (Y/n) murmured, biting back a smile from the exasperation of the others. "All right, I'll save it for later," she said as though she was doing them a favour. She flipped through the packet and soon came to a stop. She quickly turned back and forth between her letter grades and the percentages she got.
"Barely passed Transfiguration and Arithmancy," (Y/n) sighed. 

"I'm sorry about Arithmancy and Transfiguration," Lily said sympathetically.

"Huh? What for? I passed," (Y/n) said.

"...what do you mean? How many O.W.L.s do you have?"

"Well, what makes it an O.W.L.?"

"Depends on the professor, but E's are usually the most common."

"Oh. I'm set," (Y/n) said. "Twelve O.W.L.s." She passed the letter sheet over to Hermione in favour of looking over her percentages.

"Barely passed?!" Hermione cried as several people read over her shoulder. "(Y/n), you've got straight O's!"

"Twelve O's," Ginny specified. "How do you even have time for twelve classes? I've got nine."

"Magic," (Y/n) said. Hermione looked about ready to faint from (Y/n)'s nonchalance. 

"Hang on, hang on, hang on," James interrupted. "Are we just glossing over (Y/n)'s scores?"

"Exactly!" Hermione groaned.

"Twelve O's? Twelve classes?" James continued.

"How is an O barely passing?!" Lily added.

"Well, she was on the brink of getting an E for Transfiguration and Arithmancy," Ginny said, peering down at (Y/n)'s percentages. "...same for Muggle Studies?" she looked questioningly at (Y/n). "It's a good grade still, I just didn't expect anything lower than a one-hundred... I mean, you're a Muggle-born."

"The class is taught by a pure-blood," (Y/n) said. She held her hand back out for the scores before slipping them into the envelope and returning them to their room.

"If you want dinner before midnight, I'll need a hand," Molly said to the room at large. "No, you can stay where you are, Harry dear, you've had a long journey."

"What can I do, Molly?" said Tonks enthusiastically, bounding forward. (Y/n) was already speedily chopping at the carrots. Her glass sat undrunken on the counter.

Molly hesitated, growing apprehensive.
"Er— no, it's all right, Tonks, you have a rest too, you've done enough today—"

"No, no, I want to help!" said Tonks brightly, knocking over a chair as they hurried toward the dresser from which Ginny was collecting cutlery.
Soon a series of heavy knives were soaring through the air and to the cutting boards. (Y/n) had to duck to avoid one. The knives chopped at the meat and vegetables (Y/n) wasn't already chopping at. Molly stirred a cauldron dangling over the fire and the others took out plates, more goblets, and food from the pantry.