Chapter 31: Goodbye
Firenze walked over to Chanse who, with every step Firenze took, her eyes began to fill with tears. Chanse blinked her eyes, and two little, diamond shaped, tears rolled down her face, and lost momentum at her cheek.
Firenze lifted his left hand, stuck his finger out, and scooped her right tear up onto his finger, and held it in front of Chanse's face. Chanse stared at him with confusion, "What?" Firenze looked at Chanse and smiled, and then looked at Oliver. He turned his finger, and the tear slowly rolled off his finger, and dangled on till it couldn't take it...it fell off his finger, and plunged to the ground. Chanse watched the tear fall to the ground and made a silent splash.
She looked up at Firenze, "Those tears are for everyone I've lost," she looked over at Oliver, "or I feel that I'm about to lose."
Firenze smiled and placed his hand on her right cheek, and stared at her. Chanse leaned against his hand, as she lifted her hand, and gripped it around his hand; on her cheek...She stared back, in silence.
After a while Firenze turned and walked back to the light, and stood there, "No Firenze don't leave me...again." Chanse blinked and another tear ran down her face, joining the other tear, and they fell to the floor together.
Chanse ran towards Firenze, and stopped in front of him. He placed his hands on her face, and bent down and kissed her forehead. Chanse closed her eyes, as she felt Firenze's lips press against her head.
When she opened her eyes, he was gone, the window was open, and she was left alone in the room.
She ran to the window and looked outside...no Firenze. She turned around and saw Oliver, and tears began to build in her eyes, at the thought Firenze, and Oliver. She leaned against the wall and stared at Oliver.
With in minutes Chanse heard the soft sound of rain, and a beautiful song in it. She turned around and looked out to window and saw a lone Augurey sitting on the willow sill, singing. Chanse stared at the bird, and listen to its song. She tried so hard to contain herself, but she couldn't. She turned back around and leaned against the wall, and faced Oliver, and slid down to the floor. She sat there, with her feet out, listening to the Augurey's song, and staring at Oliver.
A few seconds later the Augurey stopped singing, and Chanse heard it fly off, into the rain. Chanse sat there listening to the rain, thinking the Augurey would come back, and do something...leave something. But all the Augurey left was the sound of the rain, and the feeling of death in the room.
Chanse closed her eyes, and took a deep breath in, listening to the rain.
After having her eyes closed for about ten seconds Chanse heard a loud pitch beep...
Chanse's eyes shot open, and saw that Oliver's heart monitor was flashing red, and beeping loudly. Chanse's eyes filled with tears, and Oliver's door flew open.
Mrs. Pomfrey, Dobby, and Winky came running in, "Dobby quickly help me!" Mrs. Pomfrey yelled, as she flicked on the lights, and ran over to Oliver, who was gasping for breath, and shaking.
Chanse pulled her legs into her chest, and rapped her arms around them, and began to cry. "Winky get her out of here, now!" Mrs. Pomfrey barked.
Winky quickly ran over to Chanse, and placed her arm around her, "Come on, dear." Winky whispered.
"No."
Winky looked at Chanse, and then back at Mrs. Pomfrey, "She won't go."
"MAKE HER!" Mrs. Pomfrey screamed, as she held down Oliver's arm, and Dobby pushed a needle into it.
Winky nodded her head and turned back to Chanse, "Sweetie you don't need to see this."
Chanse looked up at Winky, with tears running down her face, "Don't you think I've seen a lot already? I don't think this will kill me." Chanse hissed, as she looked up at Oliver, and saw Mrs. Pomfrey and Dobby strapping him down, and sticking him with all kinds of needles.
"STOP IT!" Chanse screamed as she jumped to her feet and ran to Oliver's bed size.
"CHANSE!" Winky screamed as she ran after her and tried to pull her out of the room.
"No," Chanse tried to wiggle her hands free from Winky's grip.
She managed to get one hand free and she flung it out and grabbed Oliver's hand...
Mrs. Pomfrey and Dobby looked up and saw that Oliver's heart rate had risen a little, "Winky let go."
"But?"
"Let go Winky." Mrs. Pomfrey sternly spoke.
Winky nodded and did as she said.
Chanse fell on top of Oliver and began to cry on him, soaking his shirt in tears. "Winky, Dobby please leave me and Chanse." The two elves nodded and left the room.
"Chanse..." Mrs. Pomfrey whispered. Chanse looked up at her with bloodshot eyes, "I will give you five minutes to say your goodbyes, then you are not allowed to see him." Mrs. Pomfrey turned and started walking out of the room.
"WHAT?!" Chanse screamed, "Mrs. Pomfrey?"
"Five minutes." She opened the door, and Chanse fell back onto Oliver.
"Is he going to die?" Chanse whispered.
"I don't know." Mrs. Pomfrey whispered back. She shut the door after her.
Chanse looked up at Oliver, "Oliver..."
Mrs. Pomfrey peeked her head back in, "Chanse?"
"Uh huh?"
"Oliver is...we don't know if he's going to live or die, but he is making your depression worse. Every time you see him, something happens, and you slip farther in it...if you didn't see him you wouldn't know if he was doing worse...like everyone else in Hogwarts" she lowered her head, and then raised it again, "but like everyone else in Hogwarts, when he does better every knows." Mrs. Pomfrey smiled, and began to close the door but she peeked back in, "five minutes, no more." She closed the door.
Chanse watched as Mrs. Pomfrey closed the door, and when she did, Chanse wiped her tears away, and pulled a stool over to Oliver's bed. She laid her head down on Oliver's chest and the words and images of the Firenze in the forest played over and over in her head...
Firenze lying on the forest floor dying, 'He died trying to save Harry.' Chanse thought.
'Chanse take three hairs, of a half-living centaur, and brush them over the wound, to clean out the evil.
Then you take the heart of Gaea and sprinkle it on. Cover the wound with a cloth with blood of a loved one. Then...you..." Firenze's voice faded.'
Chanse sat up and cringed at the thought of Firenze dying. She looked down at Oliver, a tear formed in her eye, and it flowed over, onto her cheek. She wiped it off, and started to lay her hand back down, but she realized the tear was still sitting on her finger. She raised her finger and looked at the glistening tear.
"What did Firenze mean by holding a tear to my face?" Chanse whispered to herself, as she brought the tear to eye level. She looked at it and then past it and saw Oliver.
She got frustrated and wiped the tear on her robe, and lad back down on Oliver, "What is it?" Chanse began to cry.
"Chanse?" Mrs. Pomfrey peeked her head in, "sorry...but times up." She walked in the room.
Chanse looked up at her and her eyes filled with tears again, and she looked at Mrs. Pomfrey, "Why?"
"Chanse you have to leave." Mrs. Pomfrey whispered.
"Firenze told me of a way to bring Oliver back to life." Chanse blurted out.
Mrs. Pomfrey quickly walked over to Chanse, and sat in a chair, on the other side of Oliver's bed, "How?" she gasped.
"Well, he told me I needed to take three hairs of a half-living centaur, which I did. Then I supposed to take the heart of Gaea..."
"That's a legend though."
"No it's real I saw it, and the soul, and spirit...and I used the heart on him," Chanse began to slightly laugh, "and you'd think that a witch would believe in that, and not think it's a legend."
"Yeah." Mrs. Pomfrey laughed, "What's the rest?"
"Then I covered his wound with the cloth covered in blood, of a loved one..." Chanse voiced trailed off, and she looked at the window.
"Who's blood?"
"Mine."
"Oh."
"Then Firenze started to tell me the last part, but I let him die before he told me." Chanse looked down at Oliver, who shirt was soaked in Chanse's tears.
"What happens if you don't get it to him?"
"He probably dies." Chanse whispered.
"So if we can't figure out the last part Oliver's going to die?"
"Firenze said that was the only way for Oliver to survive, so..." Chanse bent her head down, "yes."
The two women stayed in the room, in silence till Chanse popped out of her seat, "I GOT IT!"
"What? What do you have?"
"I KNOW WHAT IT IS!"
"WHAT?!"
Chanse began to cry with happiness, "Chanse what is it?" Chanse began to laugh as she cried.
"Tears."
"Tears?"
"Yeah.," Chanse laughed as she wiped a tear and looked at it, "Firenze kept holding a tear up to me, but I never understood what he met till just now." Chanse laughed with excitement.
Mrs. Pomfrey lowered herself into the chair and whispered, "There's a problem."
Chanse quickly stopped and looked at her, "What?"
Mrs. Pomfrey stood up and unbuttoned Oliver's shirt, and pointed to the wound, "it's healed."
Chanse looked at the wound, and then at the ground, "What do we do?"
"We can't open it, because if we open him up, before we ACTUALLY can, then he will have heart problems, which will lead to heart failure."
Chanse stood there...frozen, with her hands cupped around her mouth, and she breathed in deeply, and tried not to cry.
"Chanse you should leave," Mrs. Pomfrey whispered. Chanse looked up at her, and she was sitting looking down at the floor.
Chanse opened her mouth, to protest, but she shut it and nodded and walked out of the room.
She slowly walked down the hallway and got to the hospital door, and turned the knob, and then stopped and let go. She stared at the doorknob, and then sighed and turned the knob and walked outside.
She shut the door behind her and wrapped her hands around her stomach and walked back to the Ravenclaw commons room.
"Plutous." She whispered, and the painting swung open and Chanse walked in.
When she got in the commons room she looked around and saw that there was no one in the room, all that was there was a small, dying, fire in the fireplace and candles. She walked over to the couch, in front of the fireplace and sat down staring at the fire. She leaned back against the couch, and felt something fuzzy by her head. She turned and looked and saw a blanket draped over the back of the couch, she wrapped it around herself.
She stared at the fire till this last ember turned from red, to black, leaving Chanse alone, in the dark common room, while it rained. She didn't move from that spot, she stayed there listening to the rain trying to figure out life, and why everything was happening the way it was.
Chanse finally, after a while, went upstairs and quietly opened her door, trying not to wake anyone up. She walked in a crawled into bed, and went to sleep.
In the morning Chanse woke up, around ten, "Thank Merlin for Saturdays." Chanse yawned. She rolled out of bed and saw a letter on her table. She walked over and picked it up and read:
Chanse, I'm in the library studying for O.W.L.S., which FYI if you don't remember start in FOUR DAYS!
(Great then after they start we have three days of 'FUN' finals)
I'm studying alone right now, but Angelina and I organized a study group today, and Monday, with Harry, Ron (Merlin knows they need it), and Hermione...if you know anyone who might need some help invite them, it's open invite...I know Harry, Ron, and Hermione are probably going to bring some people. So hopefully see you down in the library later, if you want.
~Cho~
Chanse put down the letter, and strapped on her robe, and walked out onto her balcony and looked out into the courtyard which had very few people in it, "I guess everyone's in the library." Chanse whispered as she scanned the crowd of students and came upon Blaise.
Blaise was sitting on the ground, with all her books and notes, sprawled out everywhere, and she looked upset. She kept hitting her books, and flipping through her notes.
Chanse shrugged her shoulders, and walked back inside and changed into her Ravenclaw robes, gathered all her books and notes, and walked out of the Ravenclaw house, and towards the library.
When she was on her way she saw Blaise was now the only one in the courtyard, and still very frustrated. Chanse stopped and watched her for a while, and then she decided to go talk to her, "Hey Blaise." Chanse said as she jogged towards Blaise.
Blaise looked up from her notes at Chanse and smiled, "hey."
"What are doing?"
"Potion studies and not being very successful."
"But I thought all Slytherins were good at potions?" Chanse laughed.
"Well most Slytherins don't talk to Ravenclaws...or Gryffindors, for that matter, or Hufflepuffs," Blaise laughed, "but I still do."
Chanse shrugged her shoulders then laughed, "Well anything I can do to help?" Chanse asked, as she sat down next to Blaise.
"Unless you can teach me a way to know how to..." Blaise looked down at her notes, and then flipped through her book, "all the potions we need to know." She laughed.
"Well I don't but I bet the combined powers of Angelina, Cho, and Hermione they can teach both us, along with Harry, Ron, and some of their friends."
"Huh?"
"Angelina and Cho organized a study group for today and on Monday with a BUNCH of people if you want to go, I'm on my way there now, if you want to come?"
Blaise looked at all her notes, and then up at Chanse, "I'm there." She threw all her notes into her book, and picked it up. The two girls headed towards the library.
When they got to the library Madam Pince was at her desk, checking books in, "Um, Madam Pince?" Chanse asked.
"Yes?"
"Is Cho Chang or Angelina Johnson in here?"
"Yes they're both here with a bunch of other students."
"Can you tell us where they are?"
"Back there to the left...you'll see it when you get down there."
Chanse nodded her head and started heading down that way, "Thank you." Blaise whispered as she walked after Chanse.
They reached the door, and knocked; Cho answered it, "Chanse you...Hi Blaise?!" Cho said surprised.
"Hey Cho." Chanse said as she pushed her way through the door.
"Hi Cho." Blaise nodded as she walked in.
When Blaise entered the room, everyone grew quiet and looked at each other, "Ok I can tell this is going to be a little weird." Blaise whispered to Chanse.
"Hey guys," Chanse yelled, "Blaise maybe be a Slytherin, but she's my friend, and anyone who dares say something about that can tell me, and I won't give a damn about it, and all I'll do is point you to the door, ok?"
Everyone began to smile, 'Hey if Chanse says she's cool, she can't be that bad, right?' everyone thought.
"Well that's good that the ice is broken," Blaise laughed as she sat down next to Dean Thomas, "so what are we talking about?"
"Potions," Angelina stated, with a smile, as she pointed to her book, "page one four one...the truth potion."
"Got it," Blaise flipped her pages, "this is what I REALLY need help on." She laughed.
Everyone else looked around at each other, 'A Slytherin having trouble understanding potions?'
"Hey a Slytherin can have trouble in potions," she laughed, "like I told Chanse...Most Slytherins don't talk to Ravenclaws, Gryffindors, or Hufflepuffs...but I do. So why can't I have troubles in potions?"
Everyone shrugged their shoulders and went back to studying...
Firenze walked over to Chanse who, with every step Firenze took, her eyes began to fill with tears. Chanse blinked her eyes, and two little, diamond shaped, tears rolled down her face, and lost momentum at her cheek.
Firenze lifted his left hand, stuck his finger out, and scooped her right tear up onto his finger, and held it in front of Chanse's face. Chanse stared at him with confusion, "What?" Firenze looked at Chanse and smiled, and then looked at Oliver. He turned his finger, and the tear slowly rolled off his finger, and dangled on till it couldn't take it...it fell off his finger, and plunged to the ground. Chanse watched the tear fall to the ground and made a silent splash.
She looked up at Firenze, "Those tears are for everyone I've lost," she looked over at Oliver, "or I feel that I'm about to lose."
Firenze smiled and placed his hand on her right cheek, and stared at her. Chanse leaned against his hand, as she lifted her hand, and gripped it around his hand; on her cheek...She stared back, in silence.
After a while Firenze turned and walked back to the light, and stood there, "No Firenze don't leave me...again." Chanse blinked and another tear ran down her face, joining the other tear, and they fell to the floor together.
Chanse ran towards Firenze, and stopped in front of him. He placed his hands on her face, and bent down and kissed her forehead. Chanse closed her eyes, as she felt Firenze's lips press against her head.
When she opened her eyes, he was gone, the window was open, and she was left alone in the room.
She ran to the window and looked outside...no Firenze. She turned around and saw Oliver, and tears began to build in her eyes, at the thought Firenze, and Oliver. She leaned against the wall and stared at Oliver.
With in minutes Chanse heard the soft sound of rain, and a beautiful song in it. She turned around and looked out to window and saw a lone Augurey sitting on the willow sill, singing. Chanse stared at the bird, and listen to its song. She tried so hard to contain herself, but she couldn't. She turned back around and leaned against the wall, and faced Oliver, and slid down to the floor. She sat there, with her feet out, listening to the Augurey's song, and staring at Oliver.
A few seconds later the Augurey stopped singing, and Chanse heard it fly off, into the rain. Chanse sat there listening to the rain, thinking the Augurey would come back, and do something...leave something. But all the Augurey left was the sound of the rain, and the feeling of death in the room.
Chanse closed her eyes, and took a deep breath in, listening to the rain.
After having her eyes closed for about ten seconds Chanse heard a loud pitch beep...
Chanse's eyes shot open, and saw that Oliver's heart monitor was flashing red, and beeping loudly. Chanse's eyes filled with tears, and Oliver's door flew open.
Mrs. Pomfrey, Dobby, and Winky came running in, "Dobby quickly help me!" Mrs. Pomfrey yelled, as she flicked on the lights, and ran over to Oliver, who was gasping for breath, and shaking.
Chanse pulled her legs into her chest, and rapped her arms around them, and began to cry. "Winky get her out of here, now!" Mrs. Pomfrey barked.
Winky quickly ran over to Chanse, and placed her arm around her, "Come on, dear." Winky whispered.
"No."
Winky looked at Chanse, and then back at Mrs. Pomfrey, "She won't go."
"MAKE HER!" Mrs. Pomfrey screamed, as she held down Oliver's arm, and Dobby pushed a needle into it.
Winky nodded her head and turned back to Chanse, "Sweetie you don't need to see this."
Chanse looked up at Winky, with tears running down her face, "Don't you think I've seen a lot already? I don't think this will kill me." Chanse hissed, as she looked up at Oliver, and saw Mrs. Pomfrey and Dobby strapping him down, and sticking him with all kinds of needles.
"STOP IT!" Chanse screamed as she jumped to her feet and ran to Oliver's bed size.
"CHANSE!" Winky screamed as she ran after her and tried to pull her out of the room.
"No," Chanse tried to wiggle her hands free from Winky's grip.
She managed to get one hand free and she flung it out and grabbed Oliver's hand...
Mrs. Pomfrey and Dobby looked up and saw that Oliver's heart rate had risen a little, "Winky let go."
"But?"
"Let go Winky." Mrs. Pomfrey sternly spoke.
Winky nodded and did as she said.
Chanse fell on top of Oliver and began to cry on him, soaking his shirt in tears. "Winky, Dobby please leave me and Chanse." The two elves nodded and left the room.
"Chanse..." Mrs. Pomfrey whispered. Chanse looked up at her with bloodshot eyes, "I will give you five minutes to say your goodbyes, then you are not allowed to see him." Mrs. Pomfrey turned and started walking out of the room.
"WHAT?!" Chanse screamed, "Mrs. Pomfrey?"
"Five minutes." She opened the door, and Chanse fell back onto Oliver.
"Is he going to die?" Chanse whispered.
"I don't know." Mrs. Pomfrey whispered back. She shut the door after her.
Chanse looked up at Oliver, "Oliver..."
Mrs. Pomfrey peeked her head back in, "Chanse?"
"Uh huh?"
"Oliver is...we don't know if he's going to live or die, but he is making your depression worse. Every time you see him, something happens, and you slip farther in it...if you didn't see him you wouldn't know if he was doing worse...like everyone else in Hogwarts" she lowered her head, and then raised it again, "but like everyone else in Hogwarts, when he does better every knows." Mrs. Pomfrey smiled, and began to close the door but she peeked back in, "five minutes, no more." She closed the door.
Chanse watched as Mrs. Pomfrey closed the door, and when she did, Chanse wiped her tears away, and pulled a stool over to Oliver's bed. She laid her head down on Oliver's chest and the words and images of the Firenze in the forest played over and over in her head...
Firenze lying on the forest floor dying, 'He died trying to save Harry.' Chanse thought.
'Chanse take three hairs, of a half-living centaur, and brush them over the wound, to clean out the evil.
Then you take the heart of Gaea and sprinkle it on. Cover the wound with a cloth with blood of a loved one. Then...you..." Firenze's voice faded.'
Chanse sat up and cringed at the thought of Firenze dying. She looked down at Oliver, a tear formed in her eye, and it flowed over, onto her cheek. She wiped it off, and started to lay her hand back down, but she realized the tear was still sitting on her finger. She raised her finger and looked at the glistening tear.
"What did Firenze mean by holding a tear to my face?" Chanse whispered to herself, as she brought the tear to eye level. She looked at it and then past it and saw Oliver.
She got frustrated and wiped the tear on her robe, and lad back down on Oliver, "What is it?" Chanse began to cry.
"Chanse?" Mrs. Pomfrey peeked her head in, "sorry...but times up." She walked in the room.
Chanse looked up at her and her eyes filled with tears again, and she looked at Mrs. Pomfrey, "Why?"
"Chanse you have to leave." Mrs. Pomfrey whispered.
"Firenze told me of a way to bring Oliver back to life." Chanse blurted out.
Mrs. Pomfrey quickly walked over to Chanse, and sat in a chair, on the other side of Oliver's bed, "How?" she gasped.
"Well, he told me I needed to take three hairs of a half-living centaur, which I did. Then I supposed to take the heart of Gaea..."
"That's a legend though."
"No it's real I saw it, and the soul, and spirit...and I used the heart on him," Chanse began to slightly laugh, "and you'd think that a witch would believe in that, and not think it's a legend."
"Yeah." Mrs. Pomfrey laughed, "What's the rest?"
"Then I covered his wound with the cloth covered in blood, of a loved one..." Chanse voiced trailed off, and she looked at the window.
"Who's blood?"
"Mine."
"Oh."
"Then Firenze started to tell me the last part, but I let him die before he told me." Chanse looked down at Oliver, who shirt was soaked in Chanse's tears.
"What happens if you don't get it to him?"
"He probably dies." Chanse whispered.
"So if we can't figure out the last part Oliver's going to die?"
"Firenze said that was the only way for Oliver to survive, so..." Chanse bent her head down, "yes."
The two women stayed in the room, in silence till Chanse popped out of her seat, "I GOT IT!"
"What? What do you have?"
"I KNOW WHAT IT IS!"
"WHAT?!"
Chanse began to cry with happiness, "Chanse what is it?" Chanse began to laugh as she cried.
"Tears."
"Tears?"
"Yeah.," Chanse laughed as she wiped a tear and looked at it, "Firenze kept holding a tear up to me, but I never understood what he met till just now." Chanse laughed with excitement.
Mrs. Pomfrey lowered herself into the chair and whispered, "There's a problem."
Chanse quickly stopped and looked at her, "What?"
Mrs. Pomfrey stood up and unbuttoned Oliver's shirt, and pointed to the wound, "it's healed."
Chanse looked at the wound, and then at the ground, "What do we do?"
"We can't open it, because if we open him up, before we ACTUALLY can, then he will have heart problems, which will lead to heart failure."
Chanse stood there...frozen, with her hands cupped around her mouth, and she breathed in deeply, and tried not to cry.
"Chanse you should leave," Mrs. Pomfrey whispered. Chanse looked up at her, and she was sitting looking down at the floor.
Chanse opened her mouth, to protest, but she shut it and nodded and walked out of the room.
She slowly walked down the hallway and got to the hospital door, and turned the knob, and then stopped and let go. She stared at the doorknob, and then sighed and turned the knob and walked outside.
She shut the door behind her and wrapped her hands around her stomach and walked back to the Ravenclaw commons room.
"Plutous." She whispered, and the painting swung open and Chanse walked in.
When she got in the commons room she looked around and saw that there was no one in the room, all that was there was a small, dying, fire in the fireplace and candles. She walked over to the couch, in front of the fireplace and sat down staring at the fire. She leaned back against the couch, and felt something fuzzy by her head. She turned and looked and saw a blanket draped over the back of the couch, she wrapped it around herself.
She stared at the fire till this last ember turned from red, to black, leaving Chanse alone, in the dark common room, while it rained. She didn't move from that spot, she stayed there listening to the rain trying to figure out life, and why everything was happening the way it was.
Chanse finally, after a while, went upstairs and quietly opened her door, trying not to wake anyone up. She walked in a crawled into bed, and went to sleep.
In the morning Chanse woke up, around ten, "Thank Merlin for Saturdays." Chanse yawned. She rolled out of bed and saw a letter on her table. She walked over and picked it up and read:
Chanse, I'm in the library studying for O.W.L.S., which FYI if you don't remember start in FOUR DAYS!
(Great then after they start we have three days of 'FUN' finals)
I'm studying alone right now, but Angelina and I organized a study group today, and Monday, with Harry, Ron (Merlin knows they need it), and Hermione...if you know anyone who might need some help invite them, it's open invite...I know Harry, Ron, and Hermione are probably going to bring some people. So hopefully see you down in the library later, if you want.
~Cho~
Chanse put down the letter, and strapped on her robe, and walked out onto her balcony and looked out into the courtyard which had very few people in it, "I guess everyone's in the library." Chanse whispered as she scanned the crowd of students and came upon Blaise.
Blaise was sitting on the ground, with all her books and notes, sprawled out everywhere, and she looked upset. She kept hitting her books, and flipping through her notes.
Chanse shrugged her shoulders, and walked back inside and changed into her Ravenclaw robes, gathered all her books and notes, and walked out of the Ravenclaw house, and towards the library.
When she was on her way she saw Blaise was now the only one in the courtyard, and still very frustrated. Chanse stopped and watched her for a while, and then she decided to go talk to her, "Hey Blaise." Chanse said as she jogged towards Blaise.
Blaise looked up from her notes at Chanse and smiled, "hey."
"What are doing?"
"Potion studies and not being very successful."
"But I thought all Slytherins were good at potions?" Chanse laughed.
"Well most Slytherins don't talk to Ravenclaws...or Gryffindors, for that matter, or Hufflepuffs," Blaise laughed, "but I still do."
Chanse shrugged her shoulders then laughed, "Well anything I can do to help?" Chanse asked, as she sat down next to Blaise.
"Unless you can teach me a way to know how to..." Blaise looked down at her notes, and then flipped through her book, "all the potions we need to know." She laughed.
"Well I don't but I bet the combined powers of Angelina, Cho, and Hermione they can teach both us, along with Harry, Ron, and some of their friends."
"Huh?"
"Angelina and Cho organized a study group for today and on Monday with a BUNCH of people if you want to go, I'm on my way there now, if you want to come?"
Blaise looked at all her notes, and then up at Chanse, "I'm there." She threw all her notes into her book, and picked it up. The two girls headed towards the library.
When they got to the library Madam Pince was at her desk, checking books in, "Um, Madam Pince?" Chanse asked.
"Yes?"
"Is Cho Chang or Angelina Johnson in here?"
"Yes they're both here with a bunch of other students."
"Can you tell us where they are?"
"Back there to the left...you'll see it when you get down there."
Chanse nodded her head and started heading down that way, "Thank you." Blaise whispered as she walked after Chanse.
They reached the door, and knocked; Cho answered it, "Chanse you...Hi Blaise?!" Cho said surprised.
"Hey Cho." Chanse said as she pushed her way through the door.
"Hi Cho." Blaise nodded as she walked in.
When Blaise entered the room, everyone grew quiet and looked at each other, "Ok I can tell this is going to be a little weird." Blaise whispered to Chanse.
"Hey guys," Chanse yelled, "Blaise maybe be a Slytherin, but she's my friend, and anyone who dares say something about that can tell me, and I won't give a damn about it, and all I'll do is point you to the door, ok?"
Everyone began to smile, 'Hey if Chanse says she's cool, she can't be that bad, right?' everyone thought.
"Well that's good that the ice is broken," Blaise laughed as she sat down next to Dean Thomas, "so what are we talking about?"
"Potions," Angelina stated, with a smile, as she pointed to her book, "page one four one...the truth potion."
"Got it," Blaise flipped her pages, "this is what I REALLY need help on." She laughed.
Everyone else looked around at each other, 'A Slytherin having trouble understanding potions?'
"Hey a Slytherin can have trouble in potions," she laughed, "like I told Chanse...Most Slytherins don't talk to Ravenclaws, Gryffindors, or Hufflepuffs...but I do. So why can't I have troubles in potions?"
Everyone shrugged their shoulders and went back to studying...