Getaway Car

Unwanted Meetings.

"Ouch!" (Y/n) cried at her third unsuccessful attempt to cling to a wall or door in order to escape going down to the basement. Remus and Regulus faltered their movement. "You broke my nail!" she fumed.

"I broke—? If you weren't so stubborn and stopped holding onto the things, your nails would be fine!" Remus fumed back as he dragged her down to the basement as (Y/n) fretfully looked at her broken nail which had been broken so low that she was bleeding. To her fascination, the cut seemed to close on itself.

"(Y/n)!" Freyja, Merula's wife, exclaimed.

"This is who you were talking about?" an exasperated voice asked. "A teenager's been listening in on our meetings? How bad is our security?"
(Y/n) wound up hitting her side as she went to go behind the kitchen counter in an attempt to keep a safe distance from her and the Order of the Phoenix members that could yell at her if they felt like it.

"All right?" Molly asked in concern.

"I've had an awful start today," (Y/n) mumbled gloomily.

"Aw, I'm sorry, lovely," Molly cooed. (Y/n) beamed at the pet name.

"(Y/n)! What're you doing here?" Charlie Weasley asked, seemingly just noticing (Y/n). (Y/n) stared expectantly at Remus.

"What?" Remus asked. "I can't explain anything. I don't even know how you're doing it."

"Calm your nerves," Mary said, placing a teacup in front of (Y/n) and handing Remus his own. (Y/n) smiled gratefully at Mary, not missing the rather distraught look in Mary's eyes as she eyed (Y/n)'s cup. Her hand twitched as though wanting to reach back out for it. "This feels wrong," she murmured to Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas as she sat with them.
(Y/n) wasn't oblivious to the cautious looks she was being thrown or the mumbles under peoples' breath and she most certainly wasn't oblivious to Molly side-eyeing her as she aggressively chopped a head of lettuce. Molly threw glares at some people and (Y/n) turned her eyes back onto her cup, watching the steam float out of it.

"We waiting for anyone?" (Y/n) asked. Remus shrugged. "Well, if we are, I will not repeat myself," she said, turning on the water and instantly putting her hands right under them to wash away the blood from her bleeding nail. She withdrew her hand for the water was scalding hot. She turned down the heat and, not learning from her first attempt, got her finger right back under the water, not pulling away from the heat this time.
"Do you know where the bandaids are?" (Y/n) asked, carefully clipping away part of her nail (not anywhere near where her nail broke). Her eyes fell on Remus' cup as he set it down in order to grab a box of bandaids. She looked away from the cup as Remus wrapped a bandaid around her dry finger: the second bandaid on her hand and the second bandaid (Y/n)'s needed in the past twenty-four hours.
"Thanks," (Y/n) mumbled, picking back up her cup and moving to the corner of the kitchen counter, still remaining behind it but keeping close to the door. She held the cup on the counter and leaned forward on her arms. "I've got to say I'm disappointed, Professor," she said, her eyes on Dumbledore with a dangerous glint in them.

"Hm?" Dumbledore asked.

"Just how stupid do you think I am?" (Y/n) asked, a cold smile coming to her face as she drank from her cup.
Remus, instantly catching on, spat his tea back into the cup he had just drunk from. He pulled it away and investigated it: this was (Y/n)'s pink cup, not his lavender one. He dumped it into the sink, rather satisfied (Y/n) hadn't fallen into their trap but upset he was on the receiving end.
"Knowing I could hear you and still talking out loud about giving me Veritaserum, honestly..." (Y/n) rolled her eyes and looked towards the door with a sense of boredom, taking another drink from her tea. "Illegal too, so long as I'm still sixteen..."