Chapter 56
“Granger, what’re you doing here of all places?”
“I could ask you the same thing, Parkinson.”
“I got a call from a rather hysterical Theo,” Pansy said wearily. “Something to do with-”
“Frisbees,” Hermione finished for her. “I got a call from Harry which was quite hysterical too, now you mention it. After you.” Hermione motioned for Pansy to walk through the door and followed her into the police station.
They found the boys all looking rather morose, all sat in the reception area, and all in handcuffs.
“What in the bloody hell does being arrested have to do with Frisbees, may I ask?” snarled Pansy.
“Ok now, calm down,” Draco said cautiously.
“We can explain everything,” Harry said in a high pitched voice.
“Bloody misunderstanding,” Ron muttered.
“Frisbee… and person… and wheelchair… and not my fault,” Theo sobbed randomly.
Seamus just held Theo in a hug and looked bemused.
“Ok now,” Hermione said, sighing, “once more, from the top.”
“We may have been playing Ultimate Frisbee,” Draco said, shrugging. “And Weasley here may have been a stupid twat and, whilst trying to catch it and jumped into a girl in a wheelchair. And she may not have believed it was an accident and called the police.”
“Bloody… fucking… PIGS!” Ron yelled, and was immediately hushed by a hard whack across the back of the head from Pansy.
“And Ron may have got rather annoyed with the police and yelled at them,” Harry explained wearily. “And then Malfoy and Seamus may have joined in. And then Theo may have started crying. And then Ron may have been arrested for verbally assaulting a police officer and we may have been quite upset and argued back and we may have been arrested for wasting police time.”
“And now the police may keep us in the cells overnight unless Ron apologises, which may refuse to do. Only, replace all those ‘may’s with ‘will’s.” Seamus looked up at Pansy and Hermione, apprehensive.
She rolled her eyes. “Ronald, you really must apologise, you know. The police are quite an important part of the muggle world. A bit like wizarding Aurors.”
“Aurors?!“ Ron gulped. The thought of someone who could do the equivalent damage of an Auror without even owning a wand obviously terrified him. “I suppose I had better go and apolgise. You know, for the good of the rest of you.”
Seamus sniggered. “Yeah Ron, coz you’re obviously so concerned about our well being, what with getting us arrested and all.”
Ron glared and walked up to the counter. “Ok look Mrs, I’ve come to formally apologise for yelling at you earlier and getting all my friends in trouble and tha’, so do you think you could un-handcuff us, like?”
The officer behind the desk sighed. She had had a stressful day and didn’t need to deal with the high jinks of five teenage boys, one of whom had a terrible temper, one of whom obviously thought he was above the entire situation, one who thought he was hilariously funny when he really wasn’t, one of whom looked generally confused and one of whom was acting like a five year old. This job was nothing like it had been on the Bill, which is mostly where she had got the idea of becoming a police woman from. Really, she wanted to be a jazz singer, but she didn’t really have the opportunity. Mind you, if she let them go at least they would be out of her hair and she’d be free to go practice. Decisions, decisions…
“Ok fine,” she sighed, walking round the desk to remove the boys handcuffs. “But look, don’t go thinking your clever and pulling this kind of stunt again, right?”
The boys nodded forlornly. “Has anyone ever told you, you have a wonderful voice,” Draco said to the woman as they left, “you should use it. Sing in a jazz band or something.”
“Right,” Seamus said with some force when they were outside. “I am fed up with today already. I’m going to take Theo home to bed.”
Because after Hangovers, post-it notes, hysterical flat mates, pulp, Citrus Fruit Olympics, ducks, picnics, Frisbees, angered physically disable people, police stations , handcuffs and a mad Pansy it had been a very long day and Seamus reckoned that even an Irishman deserved some fun.
Even if it was only seven in the evening.