Chapter 32: Revenge
The day went on and the group continued to study, and they got a lot done, and they went into the late night for study. When they were done it was eleven thirty, "The bases of remember all the information is to get a good nights rest." Hermione quickly stated.
"Bloody hell here she goes again, in 'Hermione the mother'" Ron snickered to Harry, who giggled.
"Do you two have something to say to me?" Hermione turned around and hissed, "You two need all the help you can get with remember this all," Hermione pointed her finger at Harry and Ron, "with not studying till the last minute." She turned back around and collected her books, and walked to the door, "Thank you for this, can't wait till Monday, but I'm going to bed, early to bed, early to rise, for more studying." Hermione smiled and walked out of the room.
"I never knew Granger had an 'evil' side, if you can call it that." Blaise laughed.
"Well there's a lot you and other Slytherins don't know about the other members of the other house, cause you guys keep to yourselves," Chanse stated, "and if you wouldn't mind most of us would like it if Slytherin didn't always call us by our last names...we have first names...mines Chanse, that girl, you call Granger, is Hermione. And that boy behind you is Ron, you know the red-haired one, also know as Weasel to some Slytherins. The boy next to him, behind me, is Harry, my baby brother." Chanse said proudly.
"Potter, I mean, Harry is your brother?!"
"Yup," Chanse laughed, and then pulled Harry closed to her, "he's my brother." Chanse squeezed his neck.
"Um...Chanse I can't breathe." Harry coughed.
Chanse looked at Harry, who was making a, 'I can't breath' face, while Ron just sat there and rolled over with laughter, "Oh sorry," Chanse let go, and then laughed, "but I'm with Hermione, I'm going to bed." Chanse collected her stuff.
"That was embarrassing" Harry whispered to Ron, who was still red in the face from laughing.
"It's not THAT funny Ron." Harry looked at Ron, like Ron was a crazy person.
"Yeah it was," Ron tried to hold his laughs back, "you should have seen your face."
"I was pretending."
"Suuuuuure." Ron rolled his eyes.
"I think we should probably call it a night, seeing how the only people still here are Harry, Ron, Blaise, Cho, Orla, Chanse, sort of, and me." Angelina yawned, "Plus it's late, I'm tired."
Everyone agreed and collected their things, and walked out of the library back to their houses.
When Cho and Chanse got back to their rooms, Chanse and Cho didn't say much going to bed, they just crawled in and went to bed.
The next three days were filled with studying, and more studying. Chanse tired hard to block Oliver out of her mind till after O.W.L.S. but sometimes thoughts of him would slip into her mind every now and then.
During O.W.L.S. everyone was doing last minute studying before the test, and everyone was on ends, and very stressed. If people weren't studying, which majority was, they would be talking about how they wished O.W.L.S. were over.
The time came when O.W.L.S. finally ended, and all anyone cared about, was the end-of-the-year dance, the house cup, and the fact of not having school for THREE WHOLE MONTHS!
"So end-of-the-year dance is in two days," Angelina sat up from the Quidditch pitch ground, "then we all go home the next day," she smiled, uncontrollably, "you excited?" Angelina smiled at Chanse, who was lying on the Quidditch pitch ground, staring at the sky.
"Is it formal?" Chanse tilted her head, as she stared at a cloud even harder, trying to figure out what shape it was.
"No," Angelina laughed, "its casual...you know a mix between school robes and dress robes."
"Angelina, I heard you're going with Fred?!" Cho screeched as she dropped onto the ground.
Angelina leaned back, and stared at the ground, "yeah." She sighed, "Who you guys going with?"
"Roger," Cho evilly laughed.
"Wow you and Roger are getting pretty close there." Angelina nudged.
"Who knows?" Cho laughed, "Right Chanse?" Cho looked down at the ground, and saw Chanse laying there, staring at the sky, "Hello?" Cho waved her hand in front of Chanse's face, "Chanse?"
"Yeah?" Chanse asked, as she sat up.
"What's up with you?" Cho shrugged.
"I don't know actually," Chanse stood up and looked at her friends, "I'm going to go back to the Ravenclaw house...seeing how I can't go see," Chanse stopped in the middle of her sentence, "OH MY! I CAN GO SEE HIM!" She screamed as she ran out of the Quidditch pitch.
"Who?" Angelina laughed.
"Oliver."
"Oh." Angelina rolled her eyes.
Chanse took off running towards the hospital wing to see Oliver there. She burst through the hospital entrance doors, and Mrs. Pomfrey casually looked up from her papers, "I was wondering when ou would show up," she smiled, "I thought you would come earlier...in a week and a half you forgot to come?"
"No I was distracted from it, and I tried to forget my grief."
"Smart move," she stood up and walked over to Chanse, "follow me."
"I know the way to his room." Chanse laughed.
"Oh Chanse I forgot...since O.W.L.S. were going on Dumbledore and I decided that it would be best for no one to know, but that Oliver was slowly getting better," Chanse smiled with excitement, "and in a short time he should wake from his coma," Mrs. Pomfrey picked a sheet off her desk and looked at it, "by my charts by the time school gets out he should be able to go home."
Chanse nodded, with excitement and followed the tiny witch down the hallway to Oliver's room.
Mrs. Pomfrey stopped outside it and nodded her head to Chanse, and walked back down to her desk, leaving Chanse alone in the hallway facing a door, to her love and past.
She smiled with happiness and gripped the doorknob tightly and slowly opened the door, thinking how Oliver would look like. 'Maybe he'll be sitting up? Or maybe I'll walk in and he'll just be waking from his coma.'
She opened the door all the way, and stared into the room with happiness, which turned to horror. She let go of the handle, and the door slowly fell back against the wall.
She looked around the empty room for any trace of Oliver...there was none.
She slowly walked over to his bed and saw a small piece of parchment on it. She reached her trembling hand out and picked up the parchment and read it:
Chanse~
Two souls intertwined into one love.
Scratched and clawed at...But never breaking.
Broken by an evil...
An evil dangerous to all.
The pain bringing them closer together.
But another danger threatens them
But an unexpected one...
Only one that they know all to well.
Chanse flipped it over, and looked on the back, "Who wrote this?" She whispered, as she looked over it again.
Chanse turned around and sat on his bed, and laid her hands and paper down on her lap, "but whoever they are..." she looked down at the paper, "they took Oliver," she looked at Oliver's pillow, and remembered Oliver's face, "and they'll pay."
She shoved the parchment in her pocket, and walked out of the hospital, without saying a word to Mrs. Pomfrey, as Chanse walked out into the warm Hogwarts. But Hogwarts felt very cold and abandoned, except by a few, to Chanse.
She walked to the front stairs and slowly walked up them, ignoring everyone around her, and when she got to the top of them she stopped and looked to her left, at the staircase towards the Gryffindor house. She stared at the dark stairs, and slid her hand into her pocket and gripped the parchment, tightly, and closed her eyes shut as tightly as she could; trying to squeeze the image of Oliver's face out of her mind...it didn't work.
She opened her eyes and walked up the stairs to the Ravenclaw commons room.
When she reached the entrance, "Plutous." She sighed, and the painting swung open, and she walked in, looked around and saw that no one was in the commons room. She sighed with relief walked over to the couch, and sat down.
She stared at the fire for a while then she pulled out the paper again, and read over it again:
Two souls intertwined into one love.
Scratched and clawed at...But never breaking.
Broken by an evil...
An evil dangerous to all.
The pain bringing them closer together.
But another danger threatens them
But an unexpected one...
Only one that they know all to well.
"What?" Chanse asked, frustrated, as she laid the paper down on her lap.
She stayed sitting on the couch, in silence, not noticing the other Ravenclaw house members walking in and out of the commons room. She stayed like that till about an hour before supper.
She found the strength to get up and leave, and she walked up to her room.
When she got up to her room, she shut the door behind her, and walked over to her bed, and climbed in, not changing out of her robe, but just wanting to hide from the rest of the world.
"Ok Penelope I'll see you at supper." Cho laughed, as she walked in the room.
She walked over to Chanse's bed and sat down. Chanse rolled over and looked up at Cho, who smiled and laid her arm on Chanse's hip, "So how's Oliver?" She smiled at Chanse.
Chanse looked at Cho, and rolled back over and closed her eyes tightly, and reached in her pocket and gripped the letter tight. "Chanse?"
"I don't want to talk about it." Chanse whispered, sharply.
"What happened?" Cho nudged.
Chanse rolled back over and looked at Cho, "I don't...want...to talk about it." She rolled back over.
"Ok, I understand," Cho stood up, "supper's in an hour." She walked to the door, and opened it, then shut it, "Wait I don't care if you do or don't want to talk about it," she walked over to Chanse's bed and sat down, "I want to know, cause you're scary me." Cho looked down at the ground then looked back at Chanse, who had rolled over, "every time you act like this," Cho whispered, as she held back from screaming or crying, "it's scares me...a lot."
"I'm sorry." Chanse whispered as she hugged Cho.
"It's ok." Cho whispered in her ear.
Chanse pulled away from Cho, "Here." She handed her the letter, and leaned back against her backboard, while Cho read the note.
"What this?" Cho waved, when she was done reading.
Chanse looked at her clock, next to her bed, "I went to see Oliver, and he wasn't there and that's all that was left there." Chanse softly pulled the note out of Cho's hands, and laid it down next to her clock.
"We should tell someone."
"We can't."
"Why?"
"I just have a weird feeling that something will happen if we tell someone."
"Yeah something will," Cho hissed, "We'll find Oliver, and the person that took him will pay."
"No I have a feeling something bad will happen." Chanse sighed.
"Oh," Cho looked down at her hands, "Well what should we do then."
Chanse leaned her head back against the backboard, "Wait." She sighed, lifting her head up and looking at Cho.
Cho and Chanse sat there in silence...waiting for a sign of some kind.
Their silence was broken when a knock came on their door, "Who is it?" Cho shouted.
"It's Penelope...you ready to go to supper?"
Cho looked at Chanse and nudged her, "Come on." Chanse nodded and rolled out of bed, and followed Cho to the door.
"Good that you guys didn't take long." Penelope laughed as the three girls walked down the hallway.
"Why?" Chanse whispered.
Penelope through her hair behind her shoulders and laughed, "I would have left you."
"What?" Cho stopped, while Chanse and Penelope kept walking; "Now that's not nice Penelope Malerice Clearwater." Cho laughed.
"You're middle name is Malerice?" Chanse smirked.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Penelope yelled, as she slapped Cho's arm, as they walked out of the commons room.
"OUCH!" Cho screamed, as she grabbed her arm, "Oh you'll pay Malerice." Cho teased as she ran after Penelope. Chanse laughed, and continued walking to the Great Hall.
When she reached the Great Hall, and went in, all the guys were talking about, where they were going this summer, and all the girls were talking about whom they were going with to the dance, and what they were wearing. "CHANSE!" Angelina yelled, from the Gryffindor table.
"Hey." Chanse shouted.
"Come sit over here." Chanse laughed and started to walk over to her, but George Weasley sat on the other side of Angelina, and stared at his twin, Fred.
"George that was for Chanse."
"She's a Ravenclaw, Fred."
"So?"
"Ravenclaws don't sit with Gryffindors...for that matter no house sits with another house, then themselves. That's just the way it's always been."
Angelina looked down at George, "I sat over with the Ravenclaws."
George looked up at her in horror, "What?"
"You heard me...I sat with the Ravenclaws."
"Well...Well..." George stuttered.
"What's wrong George? Sphinx got your tongue?" Fred laughed.
"Shut up Fred," He hissed, "One. Fred you're seriously whipped by Angelina," Angelina blushed, and Fred looked at his twin like he was going to kill him, "Two. Angelina's just 'special' like that."
"Thanks George." Angelina smiled as she sat down, and then she looked at Fred, who still was staring down George, "But George, Fred's not whipped."
"Say what you want Angie," George said, tossing a peppermint toad in his mouth, "but you, me, Fred, and the rest of Hogwarts knows he is."
"George..." Fred scowled.
"What Fred, it's true."
"You still have to see me for the last four days of school." Fred smirked.
"Don't forget I have to see you during summer...break." George's voice faded off.
Fred evilly smiled at his brother, who looked down at his plate, and didn't say anything more.
"Hey Chanse." Cho yelled, as she ran down and sat down next to Chanse.
"Hey, did you get her?"
"Yeah." Cho laughed.
The Great Hall door opened slowly, "and there she is." Cho whispered.
Chanse looked down the tables, and saw Penelope with her hair all messed up, and grass stains all over her, "What'd you do to her?" Chanse laughed.
"She tackled me, and then wrestled me." Penelope huffed, as she sat down across from them.
Cho and Chanse looked at Penelope then each other, and began to laugh hysterically. Penelope blew a piece of hair up in the air, "It's not funny." She took down her hair, and fixed it.
"The sad part is that she can still fix her hair and then you can't tell much of what I did."
"Yeah you can." Chanse whispered, and looked at Penelope.
"What?" Penelope asked.
"Oh nothing." Cho looked away, so she wouldn't laugh.
Penelope pulled out her compact mirror, and looked at herself, "Oh my!" she shrieked, as she moved her cheek from side to side and saw that her hair was covered in dirt and some mud. "Cho Chang you will pay...oh yes, just wait." She laughed, as she got up and went back up to the Ravenclaw commons room and changed.
"Oh that was great." Cho laughed, as Chanse gave her a high-five.
"Yes it was." Chanse laughed.
Cho and Chanse went on with supper, and Penelope finally returned, and everything went smoothly during supper. Cho cracked on Penelope about her hair a couple of times, "Chanse we shouldn't have said anything to her," Cho laughed, "we should have let her walk around with dirt in her hair."
"Cho!" Penelope shrieked as she kicked her under the table.
"I was joking," Cho laughed, "and don't kick me again or I'll tackle you again, and I WON'T tell you about the dirt." Cho smirked.
The night went on, supper finished, and everyone returned back to their houses.
The day went on and the group continued to study, and they got a lot done, and they went into the late night for study. When they were done it was eleven thirty, "The bases of remember all the information is to get a good nights rest." Hermione quickly stated.
"Bloody hell here she goes again, in 'Hermione the mother'" Ron snickered to Harry, who giggled.
"Do you two have something to say to me?" Hermione turned around and hissed, "You two need all the help you can get with remember this all," Hermione pointed her finger at Harry and Ron, "with not studying till the last minute." She turned back around and collected her books, and walked to the door, "Thank you for this, can't wait till Monday, but I'm going to bed, early to bed, early to rise, for more studying." Hermione smiled and walked out of the room.
"I never knew Granger had an 'evil' side, if you can call it that." Blaise laughed.
"Well there's a lot you and other Slytherins don't know about the other members of the other house, cause you guys keep to yourselves," Chanse stated, "and if you wouldn't mind most of us would like it if Slytherin didn't always call us by our last names...we have first names...mines Chanse, that girl, you call Granger, is Hermione. And that boy behind you is Ron, you know the red-haired one, also know as Weasel to some Slytherins. The boy next to him, behind me, is Harry, my baby brother." Chanse said proudly.
"Potter, I mean, Harry is your brother?!"
"Yup," Chanse laughed, and then pulled Harry closed to her, "he's my brother." Chanse squeezed his neck.
"Um...Chanse I can't breathe." Harry coughed.
Chanse looked at Harry, who was making a, 'I can't breath' face, while Ron just sat there and rolled over with laughter, "Oh sorry," Chanse let go, and then laughed, "but I'm with Hermione, I'm going to bed." Chanse collected her stuff.
"That was embarrassing" Harry whispered to Ron, who was still red in the face from laughing.
"It's not THAT funny Ron." Harry looked at Ron, like Ron was a crazy person.
"Yeah it was," Ron tried to hold his laughs back, "you should have seen your face."
"I was pretending."
"Suuuuuure." Ron rolled his eyes.
"I think we should probably call it a night, seeing how the only people still here are Harry, Ron, Blaise, Cho, Orla, Chanse, sort of, and me." Angelina yawned, "Plus it's late, I'm tired."
Everyone agreed and collected their things, and walked out of the library back to their houses.
When Cho and Chanse got back to their rooms, Chanse and Cho didn't say much going to bed, they just crawled in and went to bed.
The next three days were filled with studying, and more studying. Chanse tired hard to block Oliver out of her mind till after O.W.L.S. but sometimes thoughts of him would slip into her mind every now and then.
During O.W.L.S. everyone was doing last minute studying before the test, and everyone was on ends, and very stressed. If people weren't studying, which majority was, they would be talking about how they wished O.W.L.S. were over.
The time came when O.W.L.S. finally ended, and all anyone cared about, was the end-of-the-year dance, the house cup, and the fact of not having school for THREE WHOLE MONTHS!
"So end-of-the-year dance is in two days," Angelina sat up from the Quidditch pitch ground, "then we all go home the next day," she smiled, uncontrollably, "you excited?" Angelina smiled at Chanse, who was lying on the Quidditch pitch ground, staring at the sky.
"Is it formal?" Chanse tilted her head, as she stared at a cloud even harder, trying to figure out what shape it was.
"No," Angelina laughed, "its casual...you know a mix between school robes and dress robes."
"Angelina, I heard you're going with Fred?!" Cho screeched as she dropped onto the ground.
Angelina leaned back, and stared at the ground, "yeah." She sighed, "Who you guys going with?"
"Roger," Cho evilly laughed.
"Wow you and Roger are getting pretty close there." Angelina nudged.
"Who knows?" Cho laughed, "Right Chanse?" Cho looked down at the ground, and saw Chanse laying there, staring at the sky, "Hello?" Cho waved her hand in front of Chanse's face, "Chanse?"
"Yeah?" Chanse asked, as she sat up.
"What's up with you?" Cho shrugged.
"I don't know actually," Chanse stood up and looked at her friends, "I'm going to go back to the Ravenclaw house...seeing how I can't go see," Chanse stopped in the middle of her sentence, "OH MY! I CAN GO SEE HIM!" She screamed as she ran out of the Quidditch pitch.
"Who?" Angelina laughed.
"Oliver."
"Oh." Angelina rolled her eyes.
Chanse took off running towards the hospital wing to see Oliver there. She burst through the hospital entrance doors, and Mrs. Pomfrey casually looked up from her papers, "I was wondering when ou would show up," she smiled, "I thought you would come earlier...in a week and a half you forgot to come?"
"No I was distracted from it, and I tried to forget my grief."
"Smart move," she stood up and walked over to Chanse, "follow me."
"I know the way to his room." Chanse laughed.
"Oh Chanse I forgot...since O.W.L.S. were going on Dumbledore and I decided that it would be best for no one to know, but that Oliver was slowly getting better," Chanse smiled with excitement, "and in a short time he should wake from his coma," Mrs. Pomfrey picked a sheet off her desk and looked at it, "by my charts by the time school gets out he should be able to go home."
Chanse nodded, with excitement and followed the tiny witch down the hallway to Oliver's room.
Mrs. Pomfrey stopped outside it and nodded her head to Chanse, and walked back down to her desk, leaving Chanse alone in the hallway facing a door, to her love and past.
She smiled with happiness and gripped the doorknob tightly and slowly opened the door, thinking how Oliver would look like. 'Maybe he'll be sitting up? Or maybe I'll walk in and he'll just be waking from his coma.'
She opened the door all the way, and stared into the room with happiness, which turned to horror. She let go of the handle, and the door slowly fell back against the wall.
She looked around the empty room for any trace of Oliver...there was none.
She slowly walked over to his bed and saw a small piece of parchment on it. She reached her trembling hand out and picked up the parchment and read it:
Chanse~
Two souls intertwined into one love.
Scratched and clawed at...But never breaking.
Broken by an evil...
An evil dangerous to all.
The pain bringing them closer together.
But another danger threatens them
But an unexpected one...
Only one that they know all to well.
Chanse flipped it over, and looked on the back, "Who wrote this?" She whispered, as she looked over it again.
Chanse turned around and sat on his bed, and laid her hands and paper down on her lap, "but whoever they are..." she looked down at the paper, "they took Oliver," she looked at Oliver's pillow, and remembered Oliver's face, "and they'll pay."
She shoved the parchment in her pocket, and walked out of the hospital, without saying a word to Mrs. Pomfrey, as Chanse walked out into the warm Hogwarts. But Hogwarts felt very cold and abandoned, except by a few, to Chanse.
She walked to the front stairs and slowly walked up them, ignoring everyone around her, and when she got to the top of them she stopped and looked to her left, at the staircase towards the Gryffindor house. She stared at the dark stairs, and slid her hand into her pocket and gripped the parchment, tightly, and closed her eyes shut as tightly as she could; trying to squeeze the image of Oliver's face out of her mind...it didn't work.
She opened her eyes and walked up the stairs to the Ravenclaw commons room.
When she reached the entrance, "Plutous." She sighed, and the painting swung open, and she walked in, looked around and saw that no one was in the commons room. She sighed with relief walked over to the couch, and sat down.
She stared at the fire for a while then she pulled out the paper again, and read over it again:
Two souls intertwined into one love.
Scratched and clawed at...But never breaking.
Broken by an evil...
An evil dangerous to all.
The pain bringing them closer together.
But another danger threatens them
But an unexpected one...
Only one that they know all to well.
"What?" Chanse asked, frustrated, as she laid the paper down on her lap.
She stayed sitting on the couch, in silence, not noticing the other Ravenclaw house members walking in and out of the commons room. She stayed like that till about an hour before supper.
She found the strength to get up and leave, and she walked up to her room.
When she got up to her room, she shut the door behind her, and walked over to her bed, and climbed in, not changing out of her robe, but just wanting to hide from the rest of the world.
"Ok Penelope I'll see you at supper." Cho laughed, as she walked in the room.
She walked over to Chanse's bed and sat down. Chanse rolled over and looked up at Cho, who smiled and laid her arm on Chanse's hip, "So how's Oliver?" She smiled at Chanse.
Chanse looked at Cho, and rolled back over and closed her eyes tightly, and reached in her pocket and gripped the letter tight. "Chanse?"
"I don't want to talk about it." Chanse whispered, sharply.
"What happened?" Cho nudged.
Chanse rolled back over and looked at Cho, "I don't...want...to talk about it." She rolled back over.
"Ok, I understand," Cho stood up, "supper's in an hour." She walked to the door, and opened it, then shut it, "Wait I don't care if you do or don't want to talk about it," she walked over to Chanse's bed and sat down, "I want to know, cause you're scary me." Cho looked down at the ground then looked back at Chanse, who had rolled over, "every time you act like this," Cho whispered, as she held back from screaming or crying, "it's scares me...a lot."
"I'm sorry." Chanse whispered as she hugged Cho.
"It's ok." Cho whispered in her ear.
Chanse pulled away from Cho, "Here." She handed her the letter, and leaned back against her backboard, while Cho read the note.
"What this?" Cho waved, when she was done reading.
Chanse looked at her clock, next to her bed, "I went to see Oliver, and he wasn't there and that's all that was left there." Chanse softly pulled the note out of Cho's hands, and laid it down next to her clock.
"We should tell someone."
"We can't."
"Why?"
"I just have a weird feeling that something will happen if we tell someone."
"Yeah something will," Cho hissed, "We'll find Oliver, and the person that took him will pay."
"No I have a feeling something bad will happen." Chanse sighed.
"Oh," Cho looked down at her hands, "Well what should we do then."
Chanse leaned her head back against the backboard, "Wait." She sighed, lifting her head up and looking at Cho.
Cho and Chanse sat there in silence...waiting for a sign of some kind.
Their silence was broken when a knock came on their door, "Who is it?" Cho shouted.
"It's Penelope...you ready to go to supper?"
Cho looked at Chanse and nudged her, "Come on." Chanse nodded and rolled out of bed, and followed Cho to the door.
"Good that you guys didn't take long." Penelope laughed as the three girls walked down the hallway.
"Why?" Chanse whispered.
Penelope through her hair behind her shoulders and laughed, "I would have left you."
"What?" Cho stopped, while Chanse and Penelope kept walking; "Now that's not nice Penelope Malerice Clearwater." Cho laughed.
"You're middle name is Malerice?" Chanse smirked.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Penelope yelled, as she slapped Cho's arm, as they walked out of the commons room.
"OUCH!" Cho screamed, as she grabbed her arm, "Oh you'll pay Malerice." Cho teased as she ran after Penelope. Chanse laughed, and continued walking to the Great Hall.
When she reached the Great Hall, and went in, all the guys were talking about, where they were going this summer, and all the girls were talking about whom they were going with to the dance, and what they were wearing. "CHANSE!" Angelina yelled, from the Gryffindor table.
"Hey." Chanse shouted.
"Come sit over here." Chanse laughed and started to walk over to her, but George Weasley sat on the other side of Angelina, and stared at his twin, Fred.
"George that was for Chanse."
"She's a Ravenclaw, Fred."
"So?"
"Ravenclaws don't sit with Gryffindors...for that matter no house sits with another house, then themselves. That's just the way it's always been."
Angelina looked down at George, "I sat over with the Ravenclaws."
George looked up at her in horror, "What?"
"You heard me...I sat with the Ravenclaws."
"Well...Well..." George stuttered.
"What's wrong George? Sphinx got your tongue?" Fred laughed.
"Shut up Fred," He hissed, "One. Fred you're seriously whipped by Angelina," Angelina blushed, and Fred looked at his twin like he was going to kill him, "Two. Angelina's just 'special' like that."
"Thanks George." Angelina smiled as she sat down, and then she looked at Fred, who still was staring down George, "But George, Fred's not whipped."
"Say what you want Angie," George said, tossing a peppermint toad in his mouth, "but you, me, Fred, and the rest of Hogwarts knows he is."
"George..." Fred scowled.
"What Fred, it's true."
"You still have to see me for the last four days of school." Fred smirked.
"Don't forget I have to see you during summer...break." George's voice faded off.
Fred evilly smiled at his brother, who looked down at his plate, and didn't say anything more.
"Hey Chanse." Cho yelled, as she ran down and sat down next to Chanse.
"Hey, did you get her?"
"Yeah." Cho laughed.
The Great Hall door opened slowly, "and there she is." Cho whispered.
Chanse looked down the tables, and saw Penelope with her hair all messed up, and grass stains all over her, "What'd you do to her?" Chanse laughed.
"She tackled me, and then wrestled me." Penelope huffed, as she sat down across from them.
Cho and Chanse looked at Penelope then each other, and began to laugh hysterically. Penelope blew a piece of hair up in the air, "It's not funny." She took down her hair, and fixed it.
"The sad part is that she can still fix her hair and then you can't tell much of what I did."
"Yeah you can." Chanse whispered, and looked at Penelope.
"What?" Penelope asked.
"Oh nothing." Cho looked away, so she wouldn't laugh.
Penelope pulled out her compact mirror, and looked at herself, "Oh my!" she shrieked, as she moved her cheek from side to side and saw that her hair was covered in dirt and some mud. "Cho Chang you will pay...oh yes, just wait." She laughed, as she got up and went back up to the Ravenclaw commons room and changed.
"Oh that was great." Cho laughed, as Chanse gave her a high-five.
"Yes it was." Chanse laughed.
Cho and Chanse went on with supper, and Penelope finally returned, and everything went smoothly during supper. Cho cracked on Penelope about her hair a couple of times, "Chanse we shouldn't have said anything to her," Cho laughed, "we should have let her walk around with dirt in her hair."
"Cho!" Penelope shrieked as she kicked her under the table.
"I was joking," Cho laughed, "and don't kick me again or I'll tackle you again, and I WON'T tell you about the dirt." Cho smirked.
The night went on, supper finished, and everyone returned back to their houses.