Chapter 17: Moonlight
Chanse tuned out all the kids talking, about why would someone from their rival school transfer to their school, and Dumbledore talking about little background information on this kid, all she did was stare at him and watch every move he made, every breath he took, and every time he blink.
Chanse couldn't help but feel that there was something wrong about this guy. Before she even found out what this meeting was for, she felt something inside her tell her something was wrong, and when she saw him she felt like passing out.
She watched him look around at all the student, and when he looked at Chanse he stopped and stared at her. Chanse started to sway back and forth. Then she lost consciousness and blacked out at the table, "Dumbledore! Chanse has blacked out!" Cho stood up and screamed.
The student quickly stopped talking and looked over at Chanse. Some students who couldn't see stood up and looked at Chanse's motionless body.
As soon as Cho said that, Oliver and Angelina jumped out of their seats and started to run over to Chanse. Dumbledore ran in front of them and over to Chanse. "Quick we must get her to Mrs. Pomfrey." Dumbledore shouted, as he scooped up Chanse, in his arms, and rushed out the Great Hall.
Cho waited patiently in the waiting room for Mrs. Pomfrey to come out.
A few minutes later Mrs. Pomfrey walked out of Chanse's room, and Cho ran over to her, "How is she, Mrs. Pomfrey?" Cho asked.
The nurse smiled at Cho, "She'll be just fine. She probably was just tired from traveling, and it finally caught up with her." Cho sighed.
"Can I see her?"
"Yes, she's awake." Mrs. Pomfrey led Cho into a small room where Chanse was sitting up in a hospital bed.
"Hi. Sorry if I scared you." The nurse left the room.
"Scared? You're damn right you scared me."
"Sorry" Chanse said with a little laugh.
"Well its ok you're alright. What happened? I know this isn't because of traveling too much."
"That knew kid, Tom, there's something not right about him." Chanse looked out her window.
"You're being paranoid Chanse. But anyways,"
"Yeah, probably." Chanse laughed.
"Oliver's been asking like crazy if you're ok." Cho laughed and nudged Chanse.
"I don't care."
Cho quickly stopped laughing, "Why do you, all of a sudden, not like Oliver?"
"Can you keep a secret?"
"Yeah." Cho leaned forward. Chanse reached into her pocket and pulled out a letter and handed it to Cho.
"Here, read this." Cho grabbed the letter and opened it, and she sat down next to Chanse, and began to read it.
When she was done her mouth was wide open, and she turned and looked at Chanse. "Oh Merlin! I never that Oliver as to be that kind of person; I completely understand why you don't like him."
"But Cho I don't know if that's true. But I'm scared that it might be. Cause it's like if he told all his friends 'Oh yeah I banged Chanse' he would be the most popular guy, with the guys." Cho nodded and hugged Chanse.
"Here." Cho handed Chanse the letter again.
"Nurse!" Chanse yelled.
Madam Pomfrey peeked her head into Chanse's room, "Yes?"
"Am I allowed to leave yet?"
"Yes. Your stuff is in that corner." Chanse nodded, and crawled out of bed.
She walked over to the corner and put on her stuff and left the hospital. Cho and Chanse started up the stairs, Cho held Chanse's arm as they walked up the stairs.
"Chanse are you ok?" Cho and Chanse turned around and saw Oliver at the bottom of the stairs looking up at them.
"I'm fine." Chanse said and started back up the stairs.
"Chanse I want to talk to you when you get a chance."
"She doesn't want to talk to you Oliver Wood, can't you see that?!" Cho yelled back down to him, and turned back around and helped Chanse up the stairs, again.
"Thank you Cho." Chanse whispered, and Cho nodded and continued helping the stairs.
Chanse entered the Ravenclaw house and walked up to her room, ignoring all the people whispering about her. She got upstairs and sat in her bed. "Chanse are you sure you're ok?" Cho asked as she sat down next to Chanse.
"I'm fine." She leaned back against her headboard and looked at the ceiling. She quickly grew a puzzled look on her face and turned and looked at Cho. "Wait...What house did Tom Riddle get put into?"
"Um...I think...No wait...He was put into Slytherin." Cho smiled, "Good thing huh?"
Chanse looked out the window and then back at Cho, "Yeah." She sighed.
"Why do you care so much about this Tom, guy?" Cho smiled and nudged Chanse, "You like him don't you? I got it, you stopped liking Oliver because you knew this Tom fellow was coming here and you liked him more. Ah, Chanse Jackson you're a sly one. I can see why the hat thought maybe you should go in Slytherin." Cho smiled. Chanse looked at Cho with discuss. "What?" Cho asked
"How dare you think that I should be put in Slytherin!"
"But, Chanse I..."
"No Cho save it," Chanse stood up and grabbed her broom, "I sure as hell, don't like that Tom fellow! And about Oliver, it seems like he would be trying to use me. I dunno Cho..." Chanse looked at the floor and then back at Cho, "I just need to think." Chanse walked out of the room, and left Cho sitting on the bed staring at the floor.
Chanse started walking down the hallway when she heard Cho calling after her, "Chanse, I was joking. I'm sorry." Cho yelled, but Chanse didn't say a thing, or even turn around she just kept walking.
Chanse walked out of the Ravenclaw house and down the rotating stairs. When she was almost to the bottom of the stairs she heard Oliver's voice talking to someone. "What you doing here?"
"Just waiting."
"For what?"
"Nothing."
"Sure, I understand."
"Shut up, Draco." Chanse sighed, took a deep breath and quickly walked down the stairs.
"He's waiting for you, you know." Draco Malfoy smirked.
Chanse sighed, "I know." Draco smirked and continued to walk up the stairs.
Chanse turned back around and saw the back of Oliver's head. She took a deep breath and quickly walked past Oliver, down to the courtyard. "Chanse wait up."
"No Oliver."
Oliver ran after Chanse. "But Chanse I want to talk about the letter."
Chanse stopped and looked at the ground. "The letter..." She whispered. She turned around and saw Oliver standing in the middle of the front hall.
She looked at his face, which was in an emotion that Chanse couldn't figure out. She looked down at his left hand and saw the crumpled letter.
She started to turn around but she looked back at Oliver with tears in her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something but she couldn't, all she could do was mouth to Oliver, 'I'm sorry.' Chanse quickly turned around and walked out into the courtyard and mounted her broom and flew off towards the Quidditch field.
"WATCH OUT!" Someone screamed.
Chanse turned to her right and saw a bludger heading for her. Chanse tried to move but she couldn't she just sat there and watched the bludger come at her.
*BAM*
Blaise hit Chanse out of the way of the bludger, and the bludger barely nicked Blaise.
Chanse spun towards the ground but she stopped herself and looked up in the sky. She saw Blaise holding her side looking down at her. Chanse slowly flew back up to Blaise and looked into her eyes. "Why?" Chanse asked softly
"Are you guys ok?" Fred Weasley quickly asked
"We didn't mean to hit it that hard. It's all his fault." George quickly pointed to Fred.
"My fault? It's your fault." Fred yelled, pushing George.
"It's your fault." George pushed Fred back.
"Yours..."
"BOYS!" Blaise yelled, "I'm ok. Chanse are you?" Chanse nodded quickly. "Ok we're both fine. Just be more careful." Blaise started to fly off to the Quidditch field.
"Wait...That was Blaise Zabini..." George exclaimed.
"Yeah, so what George?" Fred asked.
"She's a Slytherin. She doesn't help anyone else but herself..."
"So?"
"She helped Chanse." The twins looked over at Chanse who was puzzling watching Blaise fly towards the fields. "Chanse you ok?"
"Huh? What? Oh...yeah...Bye guys." Chanse quickly said and flew off towards Blaise.
Chanse flew as fast as she could over to Blaise, "Why did you stop that bludger?"
"Cause it would have hit you in the head." Blaise said and gripped her side harder.
"Let me see." Chanse pulled Blaise's hand off her side and looked at her side. "You'll be fine, just a couple of scratches." Chanse looked at Blaise and smiled. Blaise smiled back and started to fly off.
"Wait!" Chanse grabbed Blaise's arm. "Why? Is it because of Oliver? Cause you can have him. Because he probably was using me just like he had used you." Blaise looked down at the ground and then back at Chanse.
"You want to know why I did that..." Chanse nodded her head, "...because what I did to you, you'll never forgive me for." Blaise flew off to the Quidditch field as fast as she possibly could.
Chanse watched her in silence and tired to figure out what she meant 'Because what she did to me. I'll never be able to forgive her?' she said over in her mind.
Chanse's thoughts were interrupted by shouts and cheers from the Quidditch field. "Huh?" Chanse flew over to the Quidditch field and walked in.
There were Slytherins everywhere around Chanse. "What's going on?"
"You didn't hear?" Graham Pritchard laughed and walked away.
"What's going on here, Graham?"
"Like I'm going to tell you." He snarled and walked away.
"Asshole." Chanse coughed, and walked up into the bleachers to watch what was going on.
She looked up in the sky to see who was playing, but it was all Slytherins. But there was something wrong with the Slytherin team...Tom Riddle was playing as a beater!
Chanse looked back down and looked around. She looked over to her left and saw Tracey Davis and Pansy Parkinson talking.
She slowly moved over closer to hear what they were talking about, "I can't believe that Tom Riddle kid wants to be a beater." Pansy screeched.
"Yeah, but he's pretty cute, don't you think?"
"I guess, in that mysterious way."
Chanse rolled her eyes, got up and walked out of the stadium. Chanse walked back to the courtyard where she saw Cho. "Hey wait up." Chanse yelled. Cho stopped and turned around.
"Hey, I'm really sorry..."
"No it's not your fault, I've been a little on the touchy side. I shouldn't have blown up at you."
"But I shouldn't have said you belong in Slytherin."
"Who cares now?" They both laughed, and hooked arms. They continued to walk and talk around the courtyard till it started to get dark out. "We should get going."
"Yeah." They walked up to their rooms, changed into their pajamas, and climbed into bed.
Chanse sat in bed staring at the ceiling, and listening to her breath. She thought about Oliver. "What a jerk." She whispered. "Poor Blaise...Wait...What did Blaise mean when she said 'Because what I did to you, you'll never forgive me for'" Chanse thought to herself.
After awhile of thinking about it she let out sigh, and rolled over to go to sleep, "Chanse you ok?" Cho whispered.
"Yeah...why?" Chanse sighed.
"Because you just have seemed really out of it lately."
Chanse rolled back over and stared at Cho, on the other side of the room. Chanse turned her head and looked at the light from the moon reflecting on Cho's face. "Chanse you ok?" Cho asked.
"Yeah.." Chanse sighed and looked at the ground. She thought a little longer and heard Cho roll back over, "wait Cho.." Cho rolled back over and looked at Chanse.
"Yeah?"
"I can tell you anything, right?"
"Duh."
"I'm serious Cho."
"I am too." Cho crawled out of bed and walked over to Chanse's bed and sat down, "You can tell me anything." Cho smiled at Chanse.
"Well I've been so distance because..." Chanse looked out the window at the bright silver moon.
"Chanse?" Chanse continued to look out the window, and then she saw a quick black flash across the moon. "Chanse?" Cho tapped Chanse on her shoulder, "Hello?"
Chanse started to get up out of bed, never taking her eyes off the moon though, "I'll...tell you later."
"No. Come on Chanse, you can trust me." Chanse shook her head and looked at Cho.
"No, I know I can trust you but I need to do something right now." Cho watched Chanse walk down, off the loft and into the closet.
"What are you doing?" Cho asked.
A few minutes later Chanse walked back out of the closet in her robe, and she was holding her broom. "Where are you going?"
"I need to finish something." Chanse walked out onto her balcony and looked out into the courtyard. "Chanse, if you're caught..."
Chanse turned back around to Cho, "I won't be caught." Chanse smiled, mounted her broom, and flew off into the sky. Cho ran out onto the balcony and watched Chanse fly off into the sky.
Cho leaned against the railing and looked up at Chanse who was sitting on her broom in the middle of the sky, with the moon all around her. Cho tilted her head to the side and watched every move Chanse made.
A few minutes later Cho heard a beautiful sound coming from outside. Cho slowly looked down on the ground but no one was there, then she looked around at the other balconies but no one was there either. She looked back up at Chanse and realized that Chanse was singing.
Cho listened to every word that came out of Chanse's mouth and watched every move she made. Chanse seemed so angelic up in the sky, in the moon light. Every move that Chanse made was slow, graceful, and elegant. Cho was in a trace, watching Chanse.
When Chanse finished singing, Cho looked down at the ground, then back up at Chanse, and then she walked back inside, to go to bed.
The wind began to blow, and Chanse closed her eyes and took a deep breath in, then she slowly opened her eyes. Chanse looked down at all the other student's windows. She let her shoulders drop as she looked down at the ground.
Slowly raising her head up, she looked down at Oliver Wood's window. She stared at the glare of the window for the longest time, and right before she was about to look away she saw a shadow, slowly, move in the window.
Chanse leaned forward on her broom, so that she could see who was in the window. Slowly, the farther she moved forward on her broom, the glare on the window disappeared and revealed Oliver staring up at the moon.
Chanse watched him closely as the moon light rested softly on his face. She let out a sigh and looked away and then looked back at Oliver. Oliver placed his hand on the window and started to say something, but Chanse couldn't make out what he was saying.
About five minutes later Oliver slid his hand off the window and looked down at his floor. Chanse blinked her eyes, and looked up at the moon and stars for some kind of a sign as to what she was suppose to do.
Oliver looked up back up at the moon and then he saw something out of the corner of his eye, in the sky. He saw Chanse sitting, graceful, on her broom staring up at the sky, while the moon light bounced off her hair. Oliver turned around to go get his broom, so that he could go join her, but as soon as he started to turn around the wind howled. Oliver quickly turned back around and looked in the sky, and was breathless.
Chanse was breathtaking, as the wind blew over her body, and made her hair wave in the moon. Oliver placed his hand back up on the window, right where Chanse was, in his view. Oliver let out a sigh and turned around, and crawled into bed, "Good night...Chanse."
Chanse tuned out all the kids talking, about why would someone from their rival school transfer to their school, and Dumbledore talking about little background information on this kid, all she did was stare at him and watch every move he made, every breath he took, and every time he blink.
Chanse couldn't help but feel that there was something wrong about this guy. Before she even found out what this meeting was for, she felt something inside her tell her something was wrong, and when she saw him she felt like passing out.
She watched him look around at all the student, and when he looked at Chanse he stopped and stared at her. Chanse started to sway back and forth. Then she lost consciousness and blacked out at the table, "Dumbledore! Chanse has blacked out!" Cho stood up and screamed.
The student quickly stopped talking and looked over at Chanse. Some students who couldn't see stood up and looked at Chanse's motionless body.
As soon as Cho said that, Oliver and Angelina jumped out of their seats and started to run over to Chanse. Dumbledore ran in front of them and over to Chanse. "Quick we must get her to Mrs. Pomfrey." Dumbledore shouted, as he scooped up Chanse, in his arms, and rushed out the Great Hall.
Cho waited patiently in the waiting room for Mrs. Pomfrey to come out.
A few minutes later Mrs. Pomfrey walked out of Chanse's room, and Cho ran over to her, "How is she, Mrs. Pomfrey?" Cho asked.
The nurse smiled at Cho, "She'll be just fine. She probably was just tired from traveling, and it finally caught up with her." Cho sighed.
"Can I see her?"
"Yes, she's awake." Mrs. Pomfrey led Cho into a small room where Chanse was sitting up in a hospital bed.
"Hi. Sorry if I scared you." The nurse left the room.
"Scared? You're damn right you scared me."
"Sorry" Chanse said with a little laugh.
"Well its ok you're alright. What happened? I know this isn't because of traveling too much."
"That knew kid, Tom, there's something not right about him." Chanse looked out her window.
"You're being paranoid Chanse. But anyways,"
"Yeah, probably." Chanse laughed.
"Oliver's been asking like crazy if you're ok." Cho laughed and nudged Chanse.
"I don't care."
Cho quickly stopped laughing, "Why do you, all of a sudden, not like Oliver?"
"Can you keep a secret?"
"Yeah." Cho leaned forward. Chanse reached into her pocket and pulled out a letter and handed it to Cho.
"Here, read this." Cho grabbed the letter and opened it, and she sat down next to Chanse, and began to read it.
When she was done her mouth was wide open, and she turned and looked at Chanse. "Oh Merlin! I never that Oliver as to be that kind of person; I completely understand why you don't like him."
"But Cho I don't know if that's true. But I'm scared that it might be. Cause it's like if he told all his friends 'Oh yeah I banged Chanse' he would be the most popular guy, with the guys." Cho nodded and hugged Chanse.
"Here." Cho handed Chanse the letter again.
"Nurse!" Chanse yelled.
Madam Pomfrey peeked her head into Chanse's room, "Yes?"
"Am I allowed to leave yet?"
"Yes. Your stuff is in that corner." Chanse nodded, and crawled out of bed.
She walked over to the corner and put on her stuff and left the hospital. Cho and Chanse started up the stairs, Cho held Chanse's arm as they walked up the stairs.
"Chanse are you ok?" Cho and Chanse turned around and saw Oliver at the bottom of the stairs looking up at them.
"I'm fine." Chanse said and started back up the stairs.
"Chanse I want to talk to you when you get a chance."
"She doesn't want to talk to you Oliver Wood, can't you see that?!" Cho yelled back down to him, and turned back around and helped Chanse up the stairs, again.
"Thank you Cho." Chanse whispered, and Cho nodded and continued helping the stairs.
Chanse entered the Ravenclaw house and walked up to her room, ignoring all the people whispering about her. She got upstairs and sat in her bed. "Chanse are you sure you're ok?" Cho asked as she sat down next to Chanse.
"I'm fine." She leaned back against her headboard and looked at the ceiling. She quickly grew a puzzled look on her face and turned and looked at Cho. "Wait...What house did Tom Riddle get put into?"
"Um...I think...No wait...He was put into Slytherin." Cho smiled, "Good thing huh?"
Chanse looked out the window and then back at Cho, "Yeah." She sighed.
"Why do you care so much about this Tom, guy?" Cho smiled and nudged Chanse, "You like him don't you? I got it, you stopped liking Oliver because you knew this Tom fellow was coming here and you liked him more. Ah, Chanse Jackson you're a sly one. I can see why the hat thought maybe you should go in Slytherin." Cho smiled. Chanse looked at Cho with discuss. "What?" Cho asked
"How dare you think that I should be put in Slytherin!"
"But, Chanse I..."
"No Cho save it," Chanse stood up and grabbed her broom, "I sure as hell, don't like that Tom fellow! And about Oliver, it seems like he would be trying to use me. I dunno Cho..." Chanse looked at the floor and then back at Cho, "I just need to think." Chanse walked out of the room, and left Cho sitting on the bed staring at the floor.
Chanse started walking down the hallway when she heard Cho calling after her, "Chanse, I was joking. I'm sorry." Cho yelled, but Chanse didn't say a thing, or even turn around she just kept walking.
Chanse walked out of the Ravenclaw house and down the rotating stairs. When she was almost to the bottom of the stairs she heard Oliver's voice talking to someone. "What you doing here?"
"Just waiting."
"For what?"
"Nothing."
"Sure, I understand."
"Shut up, Draco." Chanse sighed, took a deep breath and quickly walked down the stairs.
"He's waiting for you, you know." Draco Malfoy smirked.
Chanse sighed, "I know." Draco smirked and continued to walk up the stairs.
Chanse turned back around and saw the back of Oliver's head. She took a deep breath and quickly walked past Oliver, down to the courtyard. "Chanse wait up."
"No Oliver."
Oliver ran after Chanse. "But Chanse I want to talk about the letter."
Chanse stopped and looked at the ground. "The letter..." She whispered. She turned around and saw Oliver standing in the middle of the front hall.
She looked at his face, which was in an emotion that Chanse couldn't figure out. She looked down at his left hand and saw the crumpled letter.
She started to turn around but she looked back at Oliver with tears in her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something but she couldn't, all she could do was mouth to Oliver, 'I'm sorry.' Chanse quickly turned around and walked out into the courtyard and mounted her broom and flew off towards the Quidditch field.
"WATCH OUT!" Someone screamed.
Chanse turned to her right and saw a bludger heading for her. Chanse tried to move but she couldn't she just sat there and watched the bludger come at her.
*BAM*
Blaise hit Chanse out of the way of the bludger, and the bludger barely nicked Blaise.
Chanse spun towards the ground but she stopped herself and looked up in the sky. She saw Blaise holding her side looking down at her. Chanse slowly flew back up to Blaise and looked into her eyes. "Why?" Chanse asked softly
"Are you guys ok?" Fred Weasley quickly asked
"We didn't mean to hit it that hard. It's all his fault." George quickly pointed to Fred.
"My fault? It's your fault." Fred yelled, pushing George.
"It's your fault." George pushed Fred back.
"Yours..."
"BOYS!" Blaise yelled, "I'm ok. Chanse are you?" Chanse nodded quickly. "Ok we're both fine. Just be more careful." Blaise started to fly off to the Quidditch field.
"Wait...That was Blaise Zabini..." George exclaimed.
"Yeah, so what George?" Fred asked.
"She's a Slytherin. She doesn't help anyone else but herself..."
"So?"
"She helped Chanse." The twins looked over at Chanse who was puzzling watching Blaise fly towards the fields. "Chanse you ok?"
"Huh? What? Oh...yeah...Bye guys." Chanse quickly said and flew off towards Blaise.
Chanse flew as fast as she could over to Blaise, "Why did you stop that bludger?"
"Cause it would have hit you in the head." Blaise said and gripped her side harder.
"Let me see." Chanse pulled Blaise's hand off her side and looked at her side. "You'll be fine, just a couple of scratches." Chanse looked at Blaise and smiled. Blaise smiled back and started to fly off.
"Wait!" Chanse grabbed Blaise's arm. "Why? Is it because of Oliver? Cause you can have him. Because he probably was using me just like he had used you." Blaise looked down at the ground and then back at Chanse.
"You want to know why I did that..." Chanse nodded her head, "...because what I did to you, you'll never forgive me for." Blaise flew off to the Quidditch field as fast as she possibly could.
Chanse watched her in silence and tired to figure out what she meant 'Because what she did to me. I'll never be able to forgive her?' she said over in her mind.
Chanse's thoughts were interrupted by shouts and cheers from the Quidditch field. "Huh?" Chanse flew over to the Quidditch field and walked in.
There were Slytherins everywhere around Chanse. "What's going on?"
"You didn't hear?" Graham Pritchard laughed and walked away.
"What's going on here, Graham?"
"Like I'm going to tell you." He snarled and walked away.
"Asshole." Chanse coughed, and walked up into the bleachers to watch what was going on.
She looked up in the sky to see who was playing, but it was all Slytherins. But there was something wrong with the Slytherin team...Tom Riddle was playing as a beater!
Chanse looked back down and looked around. She looked over to her left and saw Tracey Davis and Pansy Parkinson talking.
She slowly moved over closer to hear what they were talking about, "I can't believe that Tom Riddle kid wants to be a beater." Pansy screeched.
"Yeah, but he's pretty cute, don't you think?"
"I guess, in that mysterious way."
Chanse rolled her eyes, got up and walked out of the stadium. Chanse walked back to the courtyard where she saw Cho. "Hey wait up." Chanse yelled. Cho stopped and turned around.
"Hey, I'm really sorry..."
"No it's not your fault, I've been a little on the touchy side. I shouldn't have blown up at you."
"But I shouldn't have said you belong in Slytherin."
"Who cares now?" They both laughed, and hooked arms. They continued to walk and talk around the courtyard till it started to get dark out. "We should get going."
"Yeah." They walked up to their rooms, changed into their pajamas, and climbed into bed.
Chanse sat in bed staring at the ceiling, and listening to her breath. She thought about Oliver. "What a jerk." She whispered. "Poor Blaise...Wait...What did Blaise mean when she said 'Because what I did to you, you'll never forgive me for'" Chanse thought to herself.
After awhile of thinking about it she let out sigh, and rolled over to go to sleep, "Chanse you ok?" Cho whispered.
"Yeah...why?" Chanse sighed.
"Because you just have seemed really out of it lately."
Chanse rolled back over and stared at Cho, on the other side of the room. Chanse turned her head and looked at the light from the moon reflecting on Cho's face. "Chanse you ok?" Cho asked.
"Yeah.." Chanse sighed and looked at the ground. She thought a little longer and heard Cho roll back over, "wait Cho.." Cho rolled back over and looked at Chanse.
"Yeah?"
"I can tell you anything, right?"
"Duh."
"I'm serious Cho."
"I am too." Cho crawled out of bed and walked over to Chanse's bed and sat down, "You can tell me anything." Cho smiled at Chanse.
"Well I've been so distance because..." Chanse looked out the window at the bright silver moon.
"Chanse?" Chanse continued to look out the window, and then she saw a quick black flash across the moon. "Chanse?" Cho tapped Chanse on her shoulder, "Hello?"
Chanse started to get up out of bed, never taking her eyes off the moon though, "I'll...tell you later."
"No. Come on Chanse, you can trust me." Chanse shook her head and looked at Cho.
"No, I know I can trust you but I need to do something right now." Cho watched Chanse walk down, off the loft and into the closet.
"What are you doing?" Cho asked.
A few minutes later Chanse walked back out of the closet in her robe, and she was holding her broom. "Where are you going?"
"I need to finish something." Chanse walked out onto her balcony and looked out into the courtyard. "Chanse, if you're caught..."
Chanse turned back around to Cho, "I won't be caught." Chanse smiled, mounted her broom, and flew off into the sky. Cho ran out onto the balcony and watched Chanse fly off into the sky.
Cho leaned against the railing and looked up at Chanse who was sitting on her broom in the middle of the sky, with the moon all around her. Cho tilted her head to the side and watched every move Chanse made.
A few minutes later Cho heard a beautiful sound coming from outside. Cho slowly looked down on the ground but no one was there, then she looked around at the other balconies but no one was there either. She looked back up at Chanse and realized that Chanse was singing.
Cho listened to every word that came out of Chanse's mouth and watched every move she made. Chanse seemed so angelic up in the sky, in the moon light. Every move that Chanse made was slow, graceful, and elegant. Cho was in a trace, watching Chanse.
When Chanse finished singing, Cho looked down at the ground, then back up at Chanse, and then she walked back inside, to go to bed.
The wind began to blow, and Chanse closed her eyes and took a deep breath in, then she slowly opened her eyes. Chanse looked down at all the other student's windows. She let her shoulders drop as she looked down at the ground.
Slowly raising her head up, she looked down at Oliver Wood's window. She stared at the glare of the window for the longest time, and right before she was about to look away she saw a shadow, slowly, move in the window.
Chanse leaned forward on her broom, so that she could see who was in the window. Slowly, the farther she moved forward on her broom, the glare on the window disappeared and revealed Oliver staring up at the moon.
Chanse watched him closely as the moon light rested softly on his face. She let out a sigh and looked away and then looked back at Oliver. Oliver placed his hand on the window and started to say something, but Chanse couldn't make out what he was saying.
About five minutes later Oliver slid his hand off the window and looked down at his floor. Chanse blinked her eyes, and looked up at the moon and stars for some kind of a sign as to what she was suppose to do.
Oliver looked up back up at the moon and then he saw something out of the corner of his eye, in the sky. He saw Chanse sitting, graceful, on her broom staring up at the sky, while the moon light bounced off her hair. Oliver turned around to go get his broom, so that he could go join her, but as soon as he started to turn around the wind howled. Oliver quickly turned back around and looked in the sky, and was breathless.
Chanse was breathtaking, as the wind blew over her body, and made her hair wave in the moon. Oliver placed his hand back up on the window, right where Chanse was, in his view. Oliver let out a sigh and turned around, and crawled into bed, "Good night...Chanse."