Chapter 33: The Big Date
When it was time to go to bed, the Ravenclaw girls went their separate way of the Ravenclaw boys. Cho and Chanse headed down the hallway to their room, with the door that still said: Cho Chang & Foxlin Jackson, with Foxlin crossed out and Chanse written above it.
Cho laughed, at pointed at the sign, "Shut up Cho, just go in." Chanse laughed.
They went into their room, and changed into their pajamas and got ready for bed.
Cho crawled into bed, and turned on her bedside lamp, and began to read her book: Quidditch through the Ages.
While Chanse open Geno's cage, let him out, and grabbed the blanket at the end of her bed, and walked out onto her balcony, and sat down in her chair, and rapped up in her blanket. She watched as everyone was sending their owls flying back and forth, through the courtyard. Chanse laughed and handed Geno a piece of food, and pulled her knees up to her chest, and curled up in the chair.
She watched for a little bit longer, and then wondered what Cho was doing so she rolled out of her chair, picked Geno up, and walked back inside, "Cho what are doing?"
Cho looked up from her book, and held the book out to Chanse, "Reading my book, Quidditch through the Ages."
"Oh, by Kennilworthy Whisp."
"Uh huh."
"Ok," she handed the book back, "I was just wondering what you were doing." She walked over to Geno's cage, and placed him inside, and went back out onto the balcony, and a lone Augurey was sitting on the railing, staring down at the hospital.
Chanse slowly walked out onto the balcony to the Augurey and stood behind it, trying not to scare it, she looked where it was looking at...Oliver's window.
It's began to sing it's song, which, again, was filled with sorrow and hurt, "Shoo you stupid bird," Chanse yelled, while waving her hands, "He's not there anymore." The bird took off flying into the night's sky, and not turning back.
Chanse sat down in her chair, and pulled her knees closer to her, and curled up in her blanket, "Stupid bird." Chanse whispered.
She laid her head on her knees, and watched the sun fall behind the towers of Hogwarts. She blinked her eyes trying not to fall asleep but she couldn't help...she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
She woke up about two hours later, one o'clock, and looked around, and saw that everyone had their lights off, even Cho. Chanse stood up and started walking inside, and she heard a small screech behind her.
She turned around and saw a small, dark brown, owl sitting on the railing, scratching its feathers, and rolling its neck around. "Whose owl are you?" Chanse asked, as she walked over to the owl, and saw it was sitting on a piece of parchment.
Chanse pulled a piece of food, out of her pocket, that she had for Geno, and handed it to the small owl. The dark bird ate the food quickly and flew off into the dark night sky. Chanse slid her hand over to letter, and picked it up.
She, at first, didn't look at it, she walked inside, set the letter down on the table, next to her bed, and crawled in bed, and turned out her light. She rolled over on her side, and closed her eyes. She tried to get comfortable but she couldn't manage to do that...she tossed and turned, and finally she flipped over on her back and stared at the ceiling.
She loudly sighed, and rolled back on her other side, and turned on her light, and sat up. She stared ahead over her, at her dresser. She looked over at Cho, who rolled overt on her other side. She looked over at Geno who was rocking back and forth on his perch, while asleep. She looked down at her clock, "Quarter till two." She sighed.
Her eyes slowly drifted over the table, onto the letter. She stared at it for awhile and then she slid it to her and read it:
Two people's love torn apart
Dying from not having the other.
One loses life every minute of his,
His love for her keeping him going
Now he's gone from her.
Soon to be rejoined in a loving way.
Her love for him scares her way not known
She searches for him trying to find
Their lost love to live by.
But the one that has torn them apart,
As sworn her to secrecy, to find him by.
She's wept for him so much lately.
The one who has torn them afar from each other
Makes the promise of having bringing them back,
To each other...
To love one another.
She laid the letter on her bed, and looked over at Cho, she was still sleeping. She looked over at Geno; he too, was still sleeping.
She grabbed the letter, and tossed her covers off her, ran out onto the balcony, and looked around, "Hello?" she whispered loudly...no response.
Chanse turned around and leaned against the railing, and sighed. She looked down at the letter and read it over again. She flipped it over trying to find out who these letters were from. She stared at the letter for a little bit long then she began to stare past the letter.
She continued to stare past the letter, and listen to the fountain, till she heard a small irregular splash in the fountain, she started to turned around, but she softly laughed, 'Chanse remember the fountain is being screwy?' she whispered inside her head.
She started walking inside, when she heard a huge splash in the fountain. She stopped in her tracks, and turned around and slowly walked to the railing and looked down at the fountain...there was no one, just the water in the fountain splash, roughly, against the fountains edges. "Is anyone out there?" Chanse whispered, loudly again.
"Hello Foxlin," a happy voice whispered from the shadows, "What are you doing up so late?" a dark shadow appeared out of the shadows.
"Hello Dumbledore." Chanse nodded, "I couldn't sleep."
"What's bothering you?"
"Well, see I..." Chanse's voice faded off, as she looked down at the letter, "It's just that..." Chanse looked up at Oliver's room.
"Yes Foxlin?" Dumbledore smiled.
"Just excited for the dance," Chanse smiled.
"You seemed sad, scared, or worried...I can't put my finger on which one it is." Dumbledore sighed.
"I'm sad to leave Hogwarts."
"I see...well you should go to bed. That is where I am headed...Good night Foxlin."
"Good night professor."
Chanse watched as the old wizard made his way across the courtyard and into the other side of shadows. She smiled and looked up at Oliver's window, and saw a shadow move in the window.
Chanse gasped, with horror, as she stared at the window, and leaned forward on the railing, "Foxlin, go to bed." Dumbledore sternly spoke form the shadows.
"Yes sir." Chanse turned and started to walk inside, but she looked down at the letter, then she turned around and looked at Oliver's window...the shadow was gone.
Chanse woke up the next morning, around eight, to Cho, shaking her harshly, "It's the day of the dance!"
"So what Cho?"
"What am I going to wear?"
"Oh Merlin!" Chanse rolled back over, and threw the covers over her head.
"No!" Cho throw Chanse's covers off her.
"CHO!"
"HELP!"
"Fine." Chanse rolled out of bed, and went into Cho's closet, while Cho sat on Chanse's bed, nervously.
A few minutes later Chanse came out holding a beautiful, casual, pale purple robe, "Here."
"That's awesome," Cho held it up to her, while Chanse crawled back in bed, "Where did you find this?"
"In your closet." Cho stopped twirling and ran to her closet and looked around, "I didn't see it in there."
"Well I did," Chanse yawned as she crawled back in bed, "now let me go back to bed."
"Ok, fine...breakfast is at nine you know?" Cho asked as she walked out of the room.
"Yeah, yeah." Chanse waved her hand from the bed, and went back to bed.
Chanse's alarm went off around eight forty-five. Chanse slammed her hand down on the clock, and rolled out of bed. She jumped in the shower, and got dressed in her robes.
She walked out of her room, and down through the commons room, down the rotating stairs, and stood in front of the Great Hall. She looked down at her watch, "eight fifty...I still have time to go see what the hell was in Oliver's room."
Chanse ran down the front stairs, and ran to the hospital wing, where she busted through the front doors, "Can I help you Chanse?" Mrs. Pomfrey slightly laughed.
"Just here to see how Oliver is." Chanse smiled, as she walked down to Oliver's room, as fast she could.
She flung open Oliver's door, and saw Oliver still in his bed, "What?" Chanse softly shut the door behind her, "He...what?" She was shaking her head in confusion.
She walked over to Oliver, and flopped down in the chair by his bed. She looked a Oliver with confusing thoughts running through her mind, a million thoughts per second. She reached her hand up to Oliver's face, and she slowly lowered her trembling hand to his cheek, 'Maybe I just THOUGHT that he was gone?' she thought, as her hand got closer to his face.
She pressed her hand on his cheek...and her hand went through him! "What the hell?!" Chanse yelled, as she jumped out of her seat. She softly placed her hand on his chest, and went through the hollow image of Oliver Wood.
"MRS. POMFREY!" Chanse screamed.
In a few seconds, Mrs. Pomfrey was standing in the doorway, "What's wrong?"
"Oliver..." Chanse looked at Mrs. Pomfrey with horror.
"What about him?"
"I can put my hand through him!"
"'What?"
Chanse stuck her hand down and went through Oliver's chest, "See?"
"No." Mrs. Pomfrey walked over to Oliver and put her hand through him too, "look Chanse..."
"I know you're going through him too!"
"Chanse," Mrs. Pomfrey turned Chanse to her, "Sweetie I think you should get some rest, or stop stressing about Oliver, he'll get better I promise...Now off with you."
"But..."
"Off you go to breakfast." Mrs. Pomfrey shooed Chanse out of Oliver's room, and out the hospital room, and shut it behind Chanse.
"How could she not see that?" Chanse shook her head, and headed down to the Great Hall.
Supper already had started when Chanse got there. She walked in the hall and went and sat down next to Orla, Cho, and Roger, "Hey guys." Chanse smiled.
"Where were ya?" Orla smiled.
"Check on Oliver?" Roger smiled.
"Yup." Chanse sat down.
They were in the middle of eating dinner when Chanse heard a Slytherin student yelled, "MAIL!"
Chanse and the rest of the house tables, looked up at all the owl flying around at the top of the Great hall; some holding things as small as a letter, and others holding huge packages.
Chanse held out her hands, and a small little letter dropped into her hands, "Who's it from?" Cho nudged.
"I don't know." Chanse shrugged, as she started to open it.
She pulled out a small yellow piece of paper:
Dear Baby,
Well tomorrow you come home. YEAH! Anyways, your dad and I were thinking that you would probably like it if Harry could come home with you? Well he can!
Also we have a very special gift for both Harry and you when you guys get back on the Hogwarts Express.
Well we send our love, and tell Hagrid that Nora is going up to be a beautiful young dragon...she can't wait to see you Chanse! Every time we mention your name she goes insane...she does the same with Hagrid too.
We love you...see you soon, honey.
~Mom & Dad~
"So?" Cho nudged.
"Mom and dad." Chanse smiled, as she stood up.
"Where you going?" Roger mumbled with a mouthful of food.
"Chanse laughed, "To Gryffindor for a second."
Chanse smiled, and turned around and walked towards the Gryffindor table, where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all sitting together, "Hey guys." Chanse smiled.
"Hey Chanse...here sit." Hermione patter the seat next to her.
"Thanks." Chanse sat down, "I can't stay long, but Harry look." Chanse handed Harry the letter.
Harry read over the letter and looked up at Chanse, "Really?"
"Yeah," Chanse watched as Ron snatched the letter out of Harry's hand and read over it, "So do you think you can go?" Ron handed Chanse the letter, and she handed it to Hermione.
"Trust me I'll be able to...the Dursleys would be most happy to get rid of me." Harry laughed.
"Ok then," Chanse stood up, "the plan is that we're going to the ranch, after the Hogwarts express, and staying there...you'll love it there," Chanse smiled, "and you two can come visit us sometime." Chanse smiled at Ron and Hermione.
"I'd love to." Hermione smiled.
Chanse started walking away when she remembered, "Oh Harry," Harry looked up at Chanse, "you'll get to meet Nora too! You'll love her."
"Who's Nora?"
"Hagrid's dragon."
"Oh," Harry looked at Chanse in puzzlement.
Chanse smiled and walked back to her spot at the Ravenclaw table. Right as she was about to sit down Orla pointed at her seat, "Um Chanse?"
"Yeah." Chanse stopped walking.
"That damn owl has been sitting here, at your spot, since you left to talk to Harry." Orla stared at the bird, which was sitting across from her.
"Oh...I didn't know..." Chanse walked over to her spot, and looked down and saw a same small, light brown, owl, which looked almost identical to the owl from the night before.
"Chanse?" Roger mumbled.
Chanse didn't respond she stared at the bird till it turned and looked at her; it was sitting on top of a quaffle ball.
Chanse never took her eyes off the little bird, even when she sat down. But as soon as she sat down the bird took flight and flew out of the Great Hall.
"Who's it from?" Orla smirked, with excitement.
"I don't know." Chanse picked the quaffle up and turned it all around till she saw writing on it:
Will you go to the dance with me?
If you accept as my date, please where a silver rose, with red tips...somewhere on you, so I know you're my date.
But if you don't want to be my date, I understand.
But I'll have a matching rose...that way you know who I am.
"Where am I supposed to find a silver rose?"
"What?" Cho asked, as she grabbed the quaffle, and read it over, "or for that matter, a silver rose with red tips."
A few minutes later, Chanse heard a small screech, and she looked up and saw the same little owl flying above, with something small in its talons. Chanse stuck out her hands, and the small bird flew down and dropped a beautiful silver rose with red tips.
"Well I think that covers the rose thing." Cho laughed, "Now what are you going to wear?"
"Who said I'm going?" Chanse snapped.
"Well you'd think after this guy went through all that trouble, you'd go. Or at least go to go."
"Fine." Chanse sighed.
When it was time to go to bed, the Ravenclaw girls went their separate way of the Ravenclaw boys. Cho and Chanse headed down the hallway to their room, with the door that still said: Cho Chang & Foxlin Jackson, with Foxlin crossed out and Chanse written above it.
Cho laughed, at pointed at the sign, "Shut up Cho, just go in." Chanse laughed.
They went into their room, and changed into their pajamas and got ready for bed.
Cho crawled into bed, and turned on her bedside lamp, and began to read her book: Quidditch through the Ages.
While Chanse open Geno's cage, let him out, and grabbed the blanket at the end of her bed, and walked out onto her balcony, and sat down in her chair, and rapped up in her blanket. She watched as everyone was sending their owls flying back and forth, through the courtyard. Chanse laughed and handed Geno a piece of food, and pulled her knees up to her chest, and curled up in the chair.
She watched for a little bit longer, and then wondered what Cho was doing so she rolled out of her chair, picked Geno up, and walked back inside, "Cho what are doing?"
Cho looked up from her book, and held the book out to Chanse, "Reading my book, Quidditch through the Ages."
"Oh, by Kennilworthy Whisp."
"Uh huh."
"Ok," she handed the book back, "I was just wondering what you were doing." She walked over to Geno's cage, and placed him inside, and went back out onto the balcony, and a lone Augurey was sitting on the railing, staring down at the hospital.
Chanse slowly walked out onto the balcony to the Augurey and stood behind it, trying not to scare it, she looked where it was looking at...Oliver's window.
It's began to sing it's song, which, again, was filled with sorrow and hurt, "Shoo you stupid bird," Chanse yelled, while waving her hands, "He's not there anymore." The bird took off flying into the night's sky, and not turning back.
Chanse sat down in her chair, and pulled her knees closer to her, and curled up in her blanket, "Stupid bird." Chanse whispered.
She laid her head on her knees, and watched the sun fall behind the towers of Hogwarts. She blinked her eyes trying not to fall asleep but she couldn't help...she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
She woke up about two hours later, one o'clock, and looked around, and saw that everyone had their lights off, even Cho. Chanse stood up and started walking inside, and she heard a small screech behind her.
She turned around and saw a small, dark brown, owl sitting on the railing, scratching its feathers, and rolling its neck around. "Whose owl are you?" Chanse asked, as she walked over to the owl, and saw it was sitting on a piece of parchment.
Chanse pulled a piece of food, out of her pocket, that she had for Geno, and handed it to the small owl. The dark bird ate the food quickly and flew off into the dark night sky. Chanse slid her hand over to letter, and picked it up.
She, at first, didn't look at it, she walked inside, set the letter down on the table, next to her bed, and crawled in bed, and turned out her light. She rolled over on her side, and closed her eyes. She tried to get comfortable but she couldn't manage to do that...she tossed and turned, and finally she flipped over on her back and stared at the ceiling.
She loudly sighed, and rolled back on her other side, and turned on her light, and sat up. She stared ahead over her, at her dresser. She looked over at Cho, who rolled overt on her other side. She looked over at Geno who was rocking back and forth on his perch, while asleep. She looked down at her clock, "Quarter till two." She sighed.
Her eyes slowly drifted over the table, onto the letter. She stared at it for awhile and then she slid it to her and read it:
Two people's love torn apart
Dying from not having the other.
One loses life every minute of his,
His love for her keeping him going
Now he's gone from her.
Soon to be rejoined in a loving way.
Her love for him scares her way not known
She searches for him trying to find
Their lost love to live by.
But the one that has torn them apart,
As sworn her to secrecy, to find him by.
She's wept for him so much lately.
The one who has torn them afar from each other
Makes the promise of having bringing them back,
To each other...
To love one another.
She laid the letter on her bed, and looked over at Cho, she was still sleeping. She looked over at Geno; he too, was still sleeping.
She grabbed the letter, and tossed her covers off her, ran out onto the balcony, and looked around, "Hello?" she whispered loudly...no response.
Chanse turned around and leaned against the railing, and sighed. She looked down at the letter and read it over again. She flipped it over trying to find out who these letters were from. She stared at the letter for a little bit long then she began to stare past the letter.
She continued to stare past the letter, and listen to the fountain, till she heard a small irregular splash in the fountain, she started to turned around, but she softly laughed, 'Chanse remember the fountain is being screwy?' she whispered inside her head.
She started walking inside, when she heard a huge splash in the fountain. She stopped in her tracks, and turned around and slowly walked to the railing and looked down at the fountain...there was no one, just the water in the fountain splash, roughly, against the fountains edges. "Is anyone out there?" Chanse whispered, loudly again.
"Hello Foxlin," a happy voice whispered from the shadows, "What are you doing up so late?" a dark shadow appeared out of the shadows.
"Hello Dumbledore." Chanse nodded, "I couldn't sleep."
"What's bothering you?"
"Well, see I..." Chanse's voice faded off, as she looked down at the letter, "It's just that..." Chanse looked up at Oliver's room.
"Yes Foxlin?" Dumbledore smiled.
"Just excited for the dance," Chanse smiled.
"You seemed sad, scared, or worried...I can't put my finger on which one it is." Dumbledore sighed.
"I'm sad to leave Hogwarts."
"I see...well you should go to bed. That is where I am headed...Good night Foxlin."
"Good night professor."
Chanse watched as the old wizard made his way across the courtyard and into the other side of shadows. She smiled and looked up at Oliver's window, and saw a shadow move in the window.
Chanse gasped, with horror, as she stared at the window, and leaned forward on the railing, "Foxlin, go to bed." Dumbledore sternly spoke form the shadows.
"Yes sir." Chanse turned and started to walk inside, but she looked down at the letter, then she turned around and looked at Oliver's window...the shadow was gone.
Chanse woke up the next morning, around eight, to Cho, shaking her harshly, "It's the day of the dance!"
"So what Cho?"
"What am I going to wear?"
"Oh Merlin!" Chanse rolled back over, and threw the covers over her head.
"No!" Cho throw Chanse's covers off her.
"CHO!"
"HELP!"
"Fine." Chanse rolled out of bed, and went into Cho's closet, while Cho sat on Chanse's bed, nervously.
A few minutes later Chanse came out holding a beautiful, casual, pale purple robe, "Here."
"That's awesome," Cho held it up to her, while Chanse crawled back in bed, "Where did you find this?"
"In your closet." Cho stopped twirling and ran to her closet and looked around, "I didn't see it in there."
"Well I did," Chanse yawned as she crawled back in bed, "now let me go back to bed."
"Ok, fine...breakfast is at nine you know?" Cho asked as she walked out of the room.
"Yeah, yeah." Chanse waved her hand from the bed, and went back to bed.
Chanse's alarm went off around eight forty-five. Chanse slammed her hand down on the clock, and rolled out of bed. She jumped in the shower, and got dressed in her robes.
She walked out of her room, and down through the commons room, down the rotating stairs, and stood in front of the Great Hall. She looked down at her watch, "eight fifty...I still have time to go see what the hell was in Oliver's room."
Chanse ran down the front stairs, and ran to the hospital wing, where she busted through the front doors, "Can I help you Chanse?" Mrs. Pomfrey slightly laughed.
"Just here to see how Oliver is." Chanse smiled, as she walked down to Oliver's room, as fast she could.
She flung open Oliver's door, and saw Oliver still in his bed, "What?" Chanse softly shut the door behind her, "He...what?" She was shaking her head in confusion.
She walked over to Oliver, and flopped down in the chair by his bed. She looked a Oliver with confusing thoughts running through her mind, a million thoughts per second. She reached her hand up to Oliver's face, and she slowly lowered her trembling hand to his cheek, 'Maybe I just THOUGHT that he was gone?' she thought, as her hand got closer to his face.
She pressed her hand on his cheek...and her hand went through him! "What the hell?!" Chanse yelled, as she jumped out of her seat. She softly placed her hand on his chest, and went through the hollow image of Oliver Wood.
"MRS. POMFREY!" Chanse screamed.
In a few seconds, Mrs. Pomfrey was standing in the doorway, "What's wrong?"
"Oliver..." Chanse looked at Mrs. Pomfrey with horror.
"What about him?"
"I can put my hand through him!"
"'What?"
Chanse stuck her hand down and went through Oliver's chest, "See?"
"No." Mrs. Pomfrey walked over to Oliver and put her hand through him too, "look Chanse..."
"I know you're going through him too!"
"Chanse," Mrs. Pomfrey turned Chanse to her, "Sweetie I think you should get some rest, or stop stressing about Oliver, he'll get better I promise...Now off with you."
"But..."
"Off you go to breakfast." Mrs. Pomfrey shooed Chanse out of Oliver's room, and out the hospital room, and shut it behind Chanse.
"How could she not see that?" Chanse shook her head, and headed down to the Great Hall.
Supper already had started when Chanse got there. She walked in the hall and went and sat down next to Orla, Cho, and Roger, "Hey guys." Chanse smiled.
"Where were ya?" Orla smiled.
"Check on Oliver?" Roger smiled.
"Yup." Chanse sat down.
They were in the middle of eating dinner when Chanse heard a Slytherin student yelled, "MAIL!"
Chanse and the rest of the house tables, looked up at all the owl flying around at the top of the Great hall; some holding things as small as a letter, and others holding huge packages.
Chanse held out her hands, and a small little letter dropped into her hands, "Who's it from?" Cho nudged.
"I don't know." Chanse shrugged, as she started to open it.
She pulled out a small yellow piece of paper:
Dear Baby,
Well tomorrow you come home. YEAH! Anyways, your dad and I were thinking that you would probably like it if Harry could come home with you? Well he can!
Also we have a very special gift for both Harry and you when you guys get back on the Hogwarts Express.
Well we send our love, and tell Hagrid that Nora is going up to be a beautiful young dragon...she can't wait to see you Chanse! Every time we mention your name she goes insane...she does the same with Hagrid too.
We love you...see you soon, honey.
~Mom & Dad~
"So?" Cho nudged.
"Mom and dad." Chanse smiled, as she stood up.
"Where you going?" Roger mumbled with a mouthful of food.
"Chanse laughed, "To Gryffindor for a second."
Chanse smiled, and turned around and walked towards the Gryffindor table, where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all sitting together, "Hey guys." Chanse smiled.
"Hey Chanse...here sit." Hermione patter the seat next to her.
"Thanks." Chanse sat down, "I can't stay long, but Harry look." Chanse handed Harry the letter.
Harry read over the letter and looked up at Chanse, "Really?"
"Yeah," Chanse watched as Ron snatched the letter out of Harry's hand and read over it, "So do you think you can go?" Ron handed Chanse the letter, and she handed it to Hermione.
"Trust me I'll be able to...the Dursleys would be most happy to get rid of me." Harry laughed.
"Ok then," Chanse stood up, "the plan is that we're going to the ranch, after the Hogwarts express, and staying there...you'll love it there," Chanse smiled, "and you two can come visit us sometime." Chanse smiled at Ron and Hermione.
"I'd love to." Hermione smiled.
Chanse started walking away when she remembered, "Oh Harry," Harry looked up at Chanse, "you'll get to meet Nora too! You'll love her."
"Who's Nora?"
"Hagrid's dragon."
"Oh," Harry looked at Chanse in puzzlement.
Chanse smiled and walked back to her spot at the Ravenclaw table. Right as she was about to sit down Orla pointed at her seat, "Um Chanse?"
"Yeah." Chanse stopped walking.
"That damn owl has been sitting here, at your spot, since you left to talk to Harry." Orla stared at the bird, which was sitting across from her.
"Oh...I didn't know..." Chanse walked over to her spot, and looked down and saw a same small, light brown, owl, which looked almost identical to the owl from the night before.
"Chanse?" Roger mumbled.
Chanse didn't respond she stared at the bird till it turned and looked at her; it was sitting on top of a quaffle ball.
Chanse never took her eyes off the little bird, even when she sat down. But as soon as she sat down the bird took flight and flew out of the Great Hall.
"Who's it from?" Orla smirked, with excitement.
"I don't know." Chanse picked the quaffle up and turned it all around till she saw writing on it:
Will you go to the dance with me?
If you accept as my date, please where a silver rose, with red tips...somewhere on you, so I know you're my date.
But if you don't want to be my date, I understand.
But I'll have a matching rose...that way you know who I am.
"Where am I supposed to find a silver rose?"
"What?" Cho asked, as she grabbed the quaffle, and read it over, "or for that matter, a silver rose with red tips."
A few minutes later, Chanse heard a small screech, and she looked up and saw the same little owl flying above, with something small in its talons. Chanse stuck out her hands, and the small bird flew down and dropped a beautiful silver rose with red tips.
"Well I think that covers the rose thing." Cho laughed, "Now what are you going to wear?"
"Who said I'm going?" Chanse snapped.
"Well you'd think after this guy went through all that trouble, you'd go. Or at least go to go."
"Fine." Chanse sighed.