Normally I would’ve just taken a mouthful of that slimy green potion when it was That Time of the Month
, but mum was very ill, preventing her from making it for me. Rather then possibly poisoning myself, Hermione suggested that I give the muggle way a try.
“Why not?” I said to her as she summoned a Muggle magazine from her room. “How bad could it be?”
Hermione just smiled as she cut a section of one of the glossy pages out with her wand.
We apparated to Muggle London, leaving the magazine open on the kitchen table.
“Ronald, I’m still a bit off-colour today, can’t you make your own food today?” Mum croaked. Deciding it was best not to argue, I went down stairs to fix breakfast.
I sat down five minutes later with a plate of slightly burnt sunny-side-ups.
I glanced down at a magazine as I brought a forkful of egg to my mouth. There was a picture of a smiling girl wearing all white and writing on some parchment. I read the header of the advertisement as I took a sip of my orange juice.
‘Why worry about it when you have more important stuff to think about? At Tampax, our products are designed to suit you and help you get on with life. One second can change everything! Live for now!"’
What was this rubbish? I flipped to the front of the magazine to see that it was called ‘Literature Literally’. I could tell that it was a Muggle magazine because none of the pictures were moving, and by skimming through and seeing that all the articles were about books, I could also tell that it was Hermione’s.
There were a lot more advertisements too, but they were for things I knew about, like cookies, or shoes, but none of this Tampax
I stared back at the unnaturally attractive girl. Did this girl have ‘it’? How could Tampax’s product help anyone against ‘it’? What was ‘it’ anyways? Did I need something to protect myself against ‘it’?
At that moment Hermione and Ginny apparated into the kitchen. Ginny sprinted to the fridge and took out a jug of butterbeer and started guzzling it.
“What’s up with her?” I asked bewildered
Hermione just suppressed a giggle. “Oh, you know, there’s nothing like a good butterbeer at nine o’clock in the morning.”
I looked from her to Ginny before asking another, more serious question, “Hermione, what is a ‘Tampax’?”
Ginny sprayed a mouthful of liquid at the refrigerator and started laughing hysterically with Hermione.
“Did I miss something?” I asked angrily as they both wiped tears from their eyes.
“Ron,” Ginny said, clutching her ribs as she tried to control herself, “muggle woman use their products when it’s, um, ‘Their Time of the Month’.”
She whispered the last part before they both broke into another bout of laughter. My ears turned bright red with embarrassment. I didn’t say another word for the rest of the day.