Chapter 34: Face The Music
"Good," Cho laughed as she stood up and grabbed Chanse's hand and started to drag her out of the Great Hall.
"Cho calm down," Chanse stood still, and pulled her hand back, "just let me get the quaffle, and a Yorkshire pudding, and then I'll go," Chanse walked back to her spot at the table, "figure out what I'm wearing to the dance." She rolled her eyes.
"Well I'll meet you up in our room, come on Orla." Cho laughed, as Orla and her took off out of the Great Hall and back up to Cho and Chanse's room.
Chanse picked up the quaffle ball, her rose, and a Yorkshire pudding, and walked out of the Great Hall. She turned towards the rotating stairs, to go to the Ravenclaw house, but she looked back at Oliver's room, "I have to figure out what's going on." She huffed as she walked back to the hospital.
She walked, calmly, through the doors, "Um...Chanse I thought I told you that you're not to come back?"
"You did, but I got some food in me, and now I'm better," Chanse smiled, but Mrs. Pomfrey looked at Chanse with a little fear, "I promise."
"Well ok." Mrs. Pomfrey looked at Chanse, and then went back to her papers.
Chanse walked down the hallway to Oliver's room and walked in. She placed her hand on Oliver's chest, and it went through him again, "I thought as much."
She laid her quaffle, and rose down on the chair, and finished the last of her pudding. She wiped the crumbs off her hands, onto her robe, and pulled out her wand, and pointed it at Oliver, "What was that spell to make ghosts or ghostly things disappear?" Chanse thought for awhile, "Oh yeah... Deletrius."
She watched as the image of Oliver disappeared from the bed, for a couple of minutes and then reappeared, "Whoever has done this is pretty damn smart." She sighed.
She turned and walked out of Oliver's room and walked to Mrs. Pomfrey's desk, "Thank you." She smiled, and walked out of the hospital wing, and up to the Ravenclaw house.
She walked into her room, and Orla and Cho had managed to take every piece of Chanse's clothing, and all her shoes, out of their shelves and threw them all over the room, "What the hell?" Chanse laughed, as she stepped over some shoes and skirts.
"Well Orla and I are trying to find something for you." Cho smiled, innocently.
"Cho," Chanse sighed as she pulled out her wand a conjured up a cleaning spell, that slowly started putting away Chanse's belongs, "you know I'm leaving tomorrow, and so are you...and I still need to pack, and I don't need a mess on top of all that, ok?"
Cho nodded and flopped on her bed, and then Orla did the same, "We couldn't find you anything."
Chanse began to laugh, "What?" Orla smirked.
"Look," Chanse held up a plain, red, blanket.
"I think you've lost it Chanse," Cho whispered.
"No, watch," Cho and Orla watched as Chanse's wand put away the last of the mess.
"What are we watching for?" Cho whispered.
"See, I was thinking the three of us all could make our own robes, for the last dance?"
"I'm up for it." Orla yelled, as she jumped off the bed, "I want a bright pink." She smirked.
"Ok here." Chanse handed Orla a bright pink blanket, "Cho?"
"Dark blue."
"Here you go." Chanse tossed a dark blue blanket to her.
"So what's the spell to do this?" Orla nudged as she held her wand in one hand, and the blanket in the other.
"Easy...repeat after me...oh and think about how you want the 'robe' to fit you..." Cho and Orla watched Chanse close her eyes and begin chanting, "Creo talaris ipse ducuria."
Cho and Orla watched as Chanse's wand began to glow, in a beautiful bright red, then silver. The red blanket levitated out of Chanse's hands, and wrapped over one of Chanse's shoulders, and draped over the rest of her body, squeezing tightly around her main curves. Then the blanket began to shed its extra fabric, and then at the top of the robe tiny little silver diamond appeared and slowly faded down off the side of Chanse's stomach, "You like?" Chanse twirled around.
"That's amazing!" Cho screamed, but she stopped when she heard Orla chanting.
"Creo talaris ipse ducuria." Chanse and Cho watched as Orla's wand began to glow a bright pink, then faded to a light pink, and the blanket rose in the air, and twirled around Orla, leaving her shoulders bare, and a small little pink strip of fabric around her stomach, "How is it?" Orla asked twirling around.
"Perfect," Chanse smiled, "your turn Cho."
Cho nodded and began chanting, "Creo talaris ipse ducuria." Her wand began glowing dark blue, then yellow. The blanket lifted and made a small hole in the middle of it, and draped over small body, and squeezed tightly around her body, and the fabric around her chest, fell off, leaving a beautifully v-neck cut, "That beautiful," Orla whispered to Chanse.
"She's not done."
Orla looked at Cho and saw that the top part of her robe turned yellow, and the bottom stayed dark blue, "Looks good right?"
"Beautiful," Chanse and Orla chimed.
"I'm going to go do my makeup," Orla laughed, "I'll meet you two downstairs in the commons room, ok?"
"Alright." Cho smiled, as she turned around admiring her new robe.
Chanse laughed as she walked over to the bathroom and went in there. Cho walked over to her dresser, and poured out all her makeup across the dresser, and applied her makeup.
A few minutes later Cho was done, "Hey Chanse, I'm done, do you need help?"
Chanse walked out of the bathroom, with her hair pulled back into a elegant ponytail and then tightly curled, with tiny diamonds all in her curls. She had beautiful bright red shimmering lips, and shimmering red eye shadow across her eyelids of her emerald green eyes, "I don't think you need my help." Cho gasped.
"Does it look ok?"
"Yeah." Cho gasped again, "except."
"What?" Chanse nervously asked, as she turned around, and looked herself over.
"The flower?" Cho picked up the silver rose and held it up to Chanse's face, "Where are you going to put it?"
Chanse walked over to the mirror and held the rose in front of her and looked at herself, "I was thinking you could pin it on your shoulder strap." Cho smiled as she walked behind Chanse, and pushed the rose against Chanse's shoulder strap, "What do you think?"
"I was thinking," Chanse took the flower out of Cho's hands, "the hair." She held to rose up to her hair.
"Perfect...here I'll help you." Chanse handed Cho the rose, and Cho placed the rose in Chanse's hair, "Come on, Orla's probably waiting for us downstairs."
Cho smiled and grabbed her purse, as she followed Chanse out of their room and down the stairs to the common room.
When they got to the top of the stairs, Orla, Roger, and Master, with his arm around Orla, were waiting for the two girls to come down.
"You look great Cho." Roger kissed Cho's cheek, and offered her his arm.
"Orla I didn't know you were going with Master." Chanse smirked.
"Yup." Orla shrugged, with excitement.
"Well, ladies," Master interrupted, "I think we should probably head down to the Great Hall, don't you guys agree?"
"Yes." Chanse nodded.
The five students, of Ravenclaw, walked down to the Great Hall, and stood outside the giant doors, "The last dance of the year." Orla sighed.
"Yeah, a little sad, isn't?" Cho sighed.
"Not really." Roger, Master, and Chanse shrugged.
"What?" Orla and Cho gasped.
"You guys," Roger walked over to the two girls and put his arms around them, "The whole gang will be back together next year: Cho," he kissed Cho's head, "Orla," He laid his head on hers, while Master stared him down, "Chanse," He smiled at Chanse, who smiled back, "Master," He raised an eyebrow at Master, "Angelina, Fred, George..."
Roger walked over to the Great Hall doors and placed his hand on the giant handle, "even our new additions Harry, Ron, and Hermione," He smiled at Chanse, "and even Oliver," Chanse looked down at the ground then back at Roger, "so...there's no point in being sad this year...save that for next year."
They all smiled at each other and headed inside to the end-of-the-year dance...
When the five Ravenclaws entered the Great Hall the looked around at all the beautiful decorations, and were in shock, "It's so beautiful." Chanse whispered to herself.
They walked in and saw Hermione with Harry and Ron, "Hermione!" Chanse yelled as she ran over to Hermione, and hugged her.
"One again...you've managed to look awesome."
"You too!" Chanse gasped, as she twirled Hermione around and looked at her dress.
"Chanse?" A voice squeaked from behind Chanse.
"Angelina?" Chanse yelled as she hugged her, "You look great."
"You too!"
"Ok girls," Cho smirked as she walked over, "let's find this mystery guy of Chanse's." she smiled.
"Oh yes." Angelina smiled at Chanse.
"Fine," Chanse sighed, as she rolled her eyes.
They walked all around the Great Hall, looking at all the guy's, to see if anyone had a silver rose with red tips...there was no one who had one.
"No one..." Chanse whispered, as she sat down next to Cho.
"Chanse, it's ok. Just wait he'll..."
*DING*DING*DING*
"May I have your attention please," Dumbledore smiled as he stood up, "Another year ends, here at Hogwarts. New faces become old, and old face grow older...But something that always remains the same...the announcements of the Quidditch and house cups."
Dumbledore clapped his hands and several banners fell from the ceiling, revealing the Gryffindor logo on them. Everyone cheered with excitement, "yes, yes, yes...exciting...Gryffindor was the proud winner of both cups last year," the Gryffindor cheered with excitement, and a few stood up and cheered, "Yes, congratulations...but this year could be different," everyone softly whispered, and then grew silent.
"We all know it's going to be between Slytherin and Gryffindor, for house cup." A Ravenclaw scowled at the end of the Ravenclaw table.
Chanse looked over at the Hufflepuff table and saw Justin Finch-Fletchley and Hannah Abbott, "I don't think so Hannah, I think it's going to be between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, for house...and we all know Gryffindor is going to take Quidditch cup...I mean they won the free-for-all."
"You don't think Hufflepuff will win house?" Hannah whined, "or even come close?"
"Nope." Justin shook his head.
"For the Quidditch cup," Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Gryffindor!" The Gryffindors all stood up and went wild.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Yes, very well Gryffindor...another year of winning," Dumbledore smiled at the Gryffindor table, "Now on to the House Cup...In fourth place, for the House Cup," he looked at all the tables, "Hufflepuff, with four-hundred and twenty six points." Hufflepuff lightly clapped for themselves.
"Told you Hannah." Justin smirked.
"In third place, with four-hundred and seventy-two points...Slytherin." Slytherin looked around at the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor students, and scowled at them.
"Now it's down to Ravenclaw and Gryffindor...who can say who's going to win. Last year it was Gryffindor...this year will it be Ravenclaw?"
"I wish he would just say who the hell it is." Su Li, a young Ravenclaw girl, in the second year, huffed.
Chanse laughed as she looked down the table at Su Li. When she looked down the table, she saw a small silvery rose, lying at the end of the table.
"In second place with four-hundred and eighty-two points," Dumbledore yelled throughout the Great Hall.
Chanse wasn't paying any attention to the announcement of the winning house...she just wanted to get a better look at that rose.
"Gryffindor!" The Ravenclaw students looked around at each other and stood up cheering and yelling, "Which means with the total of four-hundred and ninety-four points," Dumbledore yelled as loud as he could, over the Ravenclaw students, "RAVENCLAW IS THE HOUSE WINNER!"
Dumbledore clapped his hands, and the Gryffindor banners flew up back into the ceiling, and beautiful blue and silver banners with ravens on them, came tumbling down from the ceiling, "Congratulations Ravenclaw...job well done."
Chanse watched the rose carefully, then a hand out of the shadows picked up the roses and pull it back into the shadows, "Cho did you see that?" Chanse gasped, as she stood up next to Cho.
"Yeah, we won House Cup!" Cho screamed as she jumped up and down.
"Huh? Oh no, not that...that." Chanse pointed at the end of the Ravenclaw table.
"What?" Cho shrugged as she looked down at the end, "I don't see anything."
"I'll be back." Chanse whispered, as she pushed her way through the Ravenclaws to get to the door.
"Ok?!" Cho yelled, "I'll see you back at the room, if I don't see you later." She yelled, as she turned to Kevin Entwhistle, a second year, and jumped up and down with him.
Chanse made her way through the crowd how ecstatic students, and got to the giant Great Hall door...it was slightly opened. "I'm guessing..." Chanse whispered as she squeezed through the crack in the door, and walked out to the front stairs.
Chanse looked around and at the staircases, on either side of her and saw no one.
She walked over to the first step, on the front stairs, "Did I actually see..." Chanse looked down at the steps, "a rose." She gasped.
She leaned forward and picked up a silver rose petal, off the clod marble stairs. She moved the peddle in between her fingers and looked down the stairs and saw that there was a silver petal on every three steps, and then a bunch of other petal sprinkled lightly across the ground, leading out to the courtyard.
She stood up and slowly walked down the large stairs, picking up every petal along the way down the stairs.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw that there was a trail of small silver petals that led out into the courtyard. She looked to her right, and saw a dark shadow filled hallway, and then she looked to her left, and saw the same thing. She turned back to the courtyard, and looked out to the fountain. She took a deep breath in and stepped out into the courtyard.
With every step Chanse bent down and picked up a small silver petal. She would pick a petal up, and slid it in her other hand.
She reached the fountain, where she saw a small piece of parchment, which was turned over, and blowing in the wind, underneath a long-stemmed silver, red tipped, rose lying on top of the parchment.
She looked down at her arm, which was filled with rose petals from the ground, and then she looked down at the parchment... She took a deep breath in and lowered her hand down to the parchment.
When she was about to pick up the parchment, a bug gust of wind blew through Hogwarts. Throwing the petals, in Chanse's arm, out of her arm and the petal were blown down to the ground, and then up into the air, "No!" Chanse gasped, as she tried to collect the petals in the air, but they seemed to slip away from her grasp.
The gust of wind carried the petals, in a swirl of wind, and they blew around in the courtyard, with Chanse chasing after them...The petal blew left, Chanse chased after them to the left...They blew right, Chanse chased after them to the right.
Chanse always seemed to be a step behind the wind. Every time it would blow in a different direction, Chanse would just barely miss them.
Chanse chased the petal, around to the other side of the fountain, where she started to run out of breath, she stepped on a rock wrong, and came tumbling down to the ground, next to the fountain.
Chanse looked up at the full moon, and her eyes filled with tears, with every second she stayed staring at the moon.
One tear flowed over her eyes, and Chanse couldn't hold them back anymore, she looked down at the ground and began to cry in her hands, "Why?" She whispered, under her breathe.
She felt a huge gust of wind blow over her and then as soon as it started, it ended.
Chanse looked up form her hands, and watched as the petals she picked up, and spent so much time chasing, drifted down from the sky into the fountain. Chanse watched as the petal drifted back and firth before hitting the cool water.
Chanse slowly stood up, and watched as the petals continued to fall.
When the last petal hit the water, with a silence splash, Chanse started walking over to the side of the fountain. She looked down in the cool water a saw a shaking reflection of herself, in the water.
"Good," Cho laughed as she stood up and grabbed Chanse's hand and started to drag her out of the Great Hall.
"Cho calm down," Chanse stood still, and pulled her hand back, "just let me get the quaffle, and a Yorkshire pudding, and then I'll go," Chanse walked back to her spot at the table, "figure out what I'm wearing to the dance." She rolled her eyes.
"Well I'll meet you up in our room, come on Orla." Cho laughed, as Orla and her took off out of the Great Hall and back up to Cho and Chanse's room.
Chanse picked up the quaffle ball, her rose, and a Yorkshire pudding, and walked out of the Great Hall. She turned towards the rotating stairs, to go to the Ravenclaw house, but she looked back at Oliver's room, "I have to figure out what's going on." She huffed as she walked back to the hospital.
She walked, calmly, through the doors, "Um...Chanse I thought I told you that you're not to come back?"
"You did, but I got some food in me, and now I'm better," Chanse smiled, but Mrs. Pomfrey looked at Chanse with a little fear, "I promise."
"Well ok." Mrs. Pomfrey looked at Chanse, and then went back to her papers.
Chanse walked down the hallway to Oliver's room and walked in. She placed her hand on Oliver's chest, and it went through him again, "I thought as much."
She laid her quaffle, and rose down on the chair, and finished the last of her pudding. She wiped the crumbs off her hands, onto her robe, and pulled out her wand, and pointed it at Oliver, "What was that spell to make ghosts or ghostly things disappear?" Chanse thought for awhile, "Oh yeah... Deletrius."
She watched as the image of Oliver disappeared from the bed, for a couple of minutes and then reappeared, "Whoever has done this is pretty damn smart." She sighed.
She turned and walked out of Oliver's room and walked to Mrs. Pomfrey's desk, "Thank you." She smiled, and walked out of the hospital wing, and up to the Ravenclaw house.
She walked into her room, and Orla and Cho had managed to take every piece of Chanse's clothing, and all her shoes, out of their shelves and threw them all over the room, "What the hell?" Chanse laughed, as she stepped over some shoes and skirts.
"Well Orla and I are trying to find something for you." Cho smiled, innocently.
"Cho," Chanse sighed as she pulled out her wand a conjured up a cleaning spell, that slowly started putting away Chanse's belongs, "you know I'm leaving tomorrow, and so are you...and I still need to pack, and I don't need a mess on top of all that, ok?"
Cho nodded and flopped on her bed, and then Orla did the same, "We couldn't find you anything."
Chanse began to laugh, "What?" Orla smirked.
"Look," Chanse held up a plain, red, blanket.
"I think you've lost it Chanse," Cho whispered.
"No, watch," Cho and Orla watched as Chanse's wand put away the last of the mess.
"What are we watching for?" Cho whispered.
"See, I was thinking the three of us all could make our own robes, for the last dance?"
"I'm up for it." Orla yelled, as she jumped off the bed, "I want a bright pink." She smirked.
"Ok here." Chanse handed Orla a bright pink blanket, "Cho?"
"Dark blue."
"Here you go." Chanse tossed a dark blue blanket to her.
"So what's the spell to do this?" Orla nudged as she held her wand in one hand, and the blanket in the other.
"Easy...repeat after me...oh and think about how you want the 'robe' to fit you..." Cho and Orla watched Chanse close her eyes and begin chanting, "Creo talaris ipse ducuria."
Cho and Orla watched as Chanse's wand began to glow, in a beautiful bright red, then silver. The red blanket levitated out of Chanse's hands, and wrapped over one of Chanse's shoulders, and draped over the rest of her body, squeezing tightly around her main curves. Then the blanket began to shed its extra fabric, and then at the top of the robe tiny little silver diamond appeared and slowly faded down off the side of Chanse's stomach, "You like?" Chanse twirled around.
"That's amazing!" Cho screamed, but she stopped when she heard Orla chanting.
"Creo talaris ipse ducuria." Chanse and Cho watched as Orla's wand began to glow a bright pink, then faded to a light pink, and the blanket rose in the air, and twirled around Orla, leaving her shoulders bare, and a small little pink strip of fabric around her stomach, "How is it?" Orla asked twirling around.
"Perfect," Chanse smiled, "your turn Cho."
Cho nodded and began chanting, "Creo talaris ipse ducuria." Her wand began glowing dark blue, then yellow. The blanket lifted and made a small hole in the middle of it, and draped over small body, and squeezed tightly around her body, and the fabric around her chest, fell off, leaving a beautifully v-neck cut, "That beautiful," Orla whispered to Chanse.
"She's not done."
Orla looked at Cho and saw that the top part of her robe turned yellow, and the bottom stayed dark blue, "Looks good right?"
"Beautiful," Chanse and Orla chimed.
"I'm going to go do my makeup," Orla laughed, "I'll meet you two downstairs in the commons room, ok?"
"Alright." Cho smiled, as she turned around admiring her new robe.
Chanse laughed as she walked over to the bathroom and went in there. Cho walked over to her dresser, and poured out all her makeup across the dresser, and applied her makeup.
A few minutes later Cho was done, "Hey Chanse, I'm done, do you need help?"
Chanse walked out of the bathroom, with her hair pulled back into a elegant ponytail and then tightly curled, with tiny diamonds all in her curls. She had beautiful bright red shimmering lips, and shimmering red eye shadow across her eyelids of her emerald green eyes, "I don't think you need my help." Cho gasped.
"Does it look ok?"
"Yeah." Cho gasped again, "except."
"What?" Chanse nervously asked, as she turned around, and looked herself over.
"The flower?" Cho picked up the silver rose and held it up to Chanse's face, "Where are you going to put it?"
Chanse walked over to the mirror and held the rose in front of her and looked at herself, "I was thinking you could pin it on your shoulder strap." Cho smiled as she walked behind Chanse, and pushed the rose against Chanse's shoulder strap, "What do you think?"
"I was thinking," Chanse took the flower out of Cho's hands, "the hair." She held to rose up to her hair.
"Perfect...here I'll help you." Chanse handed Cho the rose, and Cho placed the rose in Chanse's hair, "Come on, Orla's probably waiting for us downstairs."
Cho smiled and grabbed her purse, as she followed Chanse out of their room and down the stairs to the common room.
When they got to the top of the stairs, Orla, Roger, and Master, with his arm around Orla, were waiting for the two girls to come down.
"You look great Cho." Roger kissed Cho's cheek, and offered her his arm.
"Orla I didn't know you were going with Master." Chanse smirked.
"Yup." Orla shrugged, with excitement.
"Well, ladies," Master interrupted, "I think we should probably head down to the Great Hall, don't you guys agree?"
"Yes." Chanse nodded.
The five students, of Ravenclaw, walked down to the Great Hall, and stood outside the giant doors, "The last dance of the year." Orla sighed.
"Yeah, a little sad, isn't?" Cho sighed.
"Not really." Roger, Master, and Chanse shrugged.
"What?" Orla and Cho gasped.
"You guys," Roger walked over to the two girls and put his arms around them, "The whole gang will be back together next year: Cho," he kissed Cho's head, "Orla," He laid his head on hers, while Master stared him down, "Chanse," He smiled at Chanse, who smiled back, "Master," He raised an eyebrow at Master, "Angelina, Fred, George..."
Roger walked over to the Great Hall doors and placed his hand on the giant handle, "even our new additions Harry, Ron, and Hermione," He smiled at Chanse, "and even Oliver," Chanse looked down at the ground then back at Roger, "so...there's no point in being sad this year...save that for next year."
They all smiled at each other and headed inside to the end-of-the-year dance...
When the five Ravenclaws entered the Great Hall the looked around at all the beautiful decorations, and were in shock, "It's so beautiful." Chanse whispered to herself.
They walked in and saw Hermione with Harry and Ron, "Hermione!" Chanse yelled as she ran over to Hermione, and hugged her.
"One again...you've managed to look awesome."
"You too!" Chanse gasped, as she twirled Hermione around and looked at her dress.
"Chanse?" A voice squeaked from behind Chanse.
"Angelina?" Chanse yelled as she hugged her, "You look great."
"You too!"
"Ok girls," Cho smirked as she walked over, "let's find this mystery guy of Chanse's." she smiled.
"Oh yes." Angelina smiled at Chanse.
"Fine," Chanse sighed, as she rolled her eyes.
They walked all around the Great Hall, looking at all the guy's, to see if anyone had a silver rose with red tips...there was no one who had one.
"No one..." Chanse whispered, as she sat down next to Cho.
"Chanse, it's ok. Just wait he'll..."
*DING*DING*DING*
"May I have your attention please," Dumbledore smiled as he stood up, "Another year ends, here at Hogwarts. New faces become old, and old face grow older...But something that always remains the same...the announcements of the Quidditch and house cups."
Dumbledore clapped his hands and several banners fell from the ceiling, revealing the Gryffindor logo on them. Everyone cheered with excitement, "yes, yes, yes...exciting...Gryffindor was the proud winner of both cups last year," the Gryffindor cheered with excitement, and a few stood up and cheered, "Yes, congratulations...but this year could be different," everyone softly whispered, and then grew silent.
"We all know it's going to be between Slytherin and Gryffindor, for house cup." A Ravenclaw scowled at the end of the Ravenclaw table.
Chanse looked over at the Hufflepuff table and saw Justin Finch-Fletchley and Hannah Abbott, "I don't think so Hannah, I think it's going to be between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, for house...and we all know Gryffindor is going to take Quidditch cup...I mean they won the free-for-all."
"You don't think Hufflepuff will win house?" Hannah whined, "or even come close?"
"Nope." Justin shook his head.
"For the Quidditch cup," Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Gryffindor!" The Gryffindors all stood up and went wild.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Yes, very well Gryffindor...another year of winning," Dumbledore smiled at the Gryffindor table, "Now on to the House Cup...In fourth place, for the House Cup," he looked at all the tables, "Hufflepuff, with four-hundred and twenty six points." Hufflepuff lightly clapped for themselves.
"Told you Hannah." Justin smirked.
"In third place, with four-hundred and seventy-two points...Slytherin." Slytherin looked around at the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor students, and scowled at them.
"Now it's down to Ravenclaw and Gryffindor...who can say who's going to win. Last year it was Gryffindor...this year will it be Ravenclaw?"
"I wish he would just say who the hell it is." Su Li, a young Ravenclaw girl, in the second year, huffed.
Chanse laughed as she looked down the table at Su Li. When she looked down the table, she saw a small silvery rose, lying at the end of the table.
"In second place with four-hundred and eighty-two points," Dumbledore yelled throughout the Great Hall.
Chanse wasn't paying any attention to the announcement of the winning house...she just wanted to get a better look at that rose.
"Gryffindor!" The Ravenclaw students looked around at each other and stood up cheering and yelling, "Which means with the total of four-hundred and ninety-four points," Dumbledore yelled as loud as he could, over the Ravenclaw students, "RAVENCLAW IS THE HOUSE WINNER!"
Dumbledore clapped his hands, and the Gryffindor banners flew up back into the ceiling, and beautiful blue and silver banners with ravens on them, came tumbling down from the ceiling, "Congratulations Ravenclaw...job well done."
Chanse watched the rose carefully, then a hand out of the shadows picked up the roses and pull it back into the shadows, "Cho did you see that?" Chanse gasped, as she stood up next to Cho.
"Yeah, we won House Cup!" Cho screamed as she jumped up and down.
"Huh? Oh no, not that...that." Chanse pointed at the end of the Ravenclaw table.
"What?" Cho shrugged as she looked down at the end, "I don't see anything."
"I'll be back." Chanse whispered, as she pushed her way through the Ravenclaws to get to the door.
"Ok?!" Cho yelled, "I'll see you back at the room, if I don't see you later." She yelled, as she turned to Kevin Entwhistle, a second year, and jumped up and down with him.
Chanse made her way through the crowd how ecstatic students, and got to the giant Great Hall door...it was slightly opened. "I'm guessing..." Chanse whispered as she squeezed through the crack in the door, and walked out to the front stairs.
Chanse looked around and at the staircases, on either side of her and saw no one.
She walked over to the first step, on the front stairs, "Did I actually see..." Chanse looked down at the steps, "a rose." She gasped.
She leaned forward and picked up a silver rose petal, off the clod marble stairs. She moved the peddle in between her fingers and looked down the stairs and saw that there was a silver petal on every three steps, and then a bunch of other petal sprinkled lightly across the ground, leading out to the courtyard.
She stood up and slowly walked down the large stairs, picking up every petal along the way down the stairs.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw that there was a trail of small silver petals that led out into the courtyard. She looked to her right, and saw a dark shadow filled hallway, and then she looked to her left, and saw the same thing. She turned back to the courtyard, and looked out to the fountain. She took a deep breath in and stepped out into the courtyard.
With every step Chanse bent down and picked up a small silver petal. She would pick a petal up, and slid it in her other hand.
She reached the fountain, where she saw a small piece of parchment, which was turned over, and blowing in the wind, underneath a long-stemmed silver, red tipped, rose lying on top of the parchment.
She looked down at her arm, which was filled with rose petals from the ground, and then she looked down at the parchment... She took a deep breath in and lowered her hand down to the parchment.
When she was about to pick up the parchment, a bug gust of wind blew through Hogwarts. Throwing the petals, in Chanse's arm, out of her arm and the petal were blown down to the ground, and then up into the air, "No!" Chanse gasped, as she tried to collect the petals in the air, but they seemed to slip away from her grasp.
The gust of wind carried the petals, in a swirl of wind, and they blew around in the courtyard, with Chanse chasing after them...The petal blew left, Chanse chased after them to the left...They blew right, Chanse chased after them to the right.
Chanse always seemed to be a step behind the wind. Every time it would blow in a different direction, Chanse would just barely miss them.
Chanse chased the petal, around to the other side of the fountain, where she started to run out of breath, she stepped on a rock wrong, and came tumbling down to the ground, next to the fountain.
Chanse looked up at the full moon, and her eyes filled with tears, with every second she stayed staring at the moon.
One tear flowed over her eyes, and Chanse couldn't hold them back anymore, she looked down at the ground and began to cry in her hands, "Why?" She whispered, under her breathe.
She felt a huge gust of wind blow over her and then as soon as it started, it ended.
Chanse looked up form her hands, and watched as the petals she picked up, and spent so much time chasing, drifted down from the sky into the fountain. Chanse watched as the petal drifted back and firth before hitting the cool water.
Chanse slowly stood up, and watched as the petals continued to fall.
When the last petal hit the water, with a silence splash, Chanse started walking over to the side of the fountain. She looked down in the cool water a saw a shaking reflection of herself, in the water.