If Helena Remembered the Books
"It’s really too bad that you are kids." Helena mumbled to herself as she floated through the bookcases, scanning for more books from her embarrassing dark history for the kids to burn. "Otherwise, I could have told you why girls giggle when they see boys putting their eleven inch wands in their back pockets."
Kishiar very nearly choked but didn’t dare let the ghost realize that he understood the dirty joke. Nor ruin Yuder’s innocence.
Yuder had no such qualms of pretending that he didn’t hear the words, but it was obvious that he didn’t understand as he tilted his head, asking, “Is it because it could easily fall out or be stolen? I've always considered telling Potter that he should get rid of that habit.”
While the ghost blushed that her murmur was heard and floated a little upwards, covering her face in embarrassment, Kishiar nearly laughed. But he didn't. Because he was an eleven-year-old who shouldn't understand why girls with a love for forbidden relationships would find it funny to see boys putting their eleven inch wands in their back pockets.
(Did the girls who write fiction of a certain romantic genre use boys' wands as a measuring tool to see if certain sizes would work? Kishiar was laughing. On the inside, of course.)
“Y-yes. It is because of that.” The ghost stuttered. “It is because putting your wand in your back pocket could make it easily fall out or get stolen.”