Yes, another chapter again. Hopefully I'll have internet again soon after
they tear it away from me. As another disclaimer, Weezer owns the song "Say
It Ain't So," and Sum 41 owns "Still Waiting." Thanks again, everyone, for
reading my story.
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When she got back, she saw Jane and Stella setting up a game of Wizard's Chess. "I'll play one of you," Chloe said, sitting down on Jane's bed. The quaffle in her stomach had shrunk considerably and was now only the size of a bludger.
"Play her," Stella said, pointing. "She'll win, bet you a silver sickle."
"No thanks, I don't gamble," Chloe replied more coolly than she meant to, sitting down across from Jane. "My go first."
They played with casual intensity, concentrating hard enough to formulate and follow through with complicated plans, but not so hard that they couldn't listen to Weezer (introduced by Chloe, which was introduced to her by a friend back in the States; Chloe loved to listen to Muggle music, it made her feel terribly rebellious and genius at the same time) and Stella's voice over it. She was in one of her gossip moods.
" . . . and Cho was just crying and crying, she's almost as bad as Moaning Myrtle, that one, spending her time weeping in the bathroom . . . "
Jane and Chloe ignored Stella for the most part, continuing with their game. Jane smiled as her bishop picked up Chloe's rook and smashed it against the side of the chessboard a few times before tossing it aside and taking its place. "Why you grinning?" Chloe taunted, "I've got more than half you're pieces."
"I'm grinning," she replied, teeth showing between parted lips, "because I am going to win."
"You're going to beat me with your king, your bishops, your rook, and three pawns?"
Jane didn't reply, but kept grinning as Chloe made her next move, losing her other rook in the process. Jane hummed along to the song, occasionally adding words here and there: "Givin' me chills . . . oh yeah, alright . . . say it ain't so-o-o . . . your drug is a heartbreaker . . . say it ain't so- o-o, my love is a life-taker . . . . " Chloe grimaced, taking Jane's second knight.
"Now what?" she asked. "Whatcha gonna do?"
Stella broke in grumpily. "You're not listening to me, are you?"
"Of course we are," said Jane smoothly. "Ginny Weasely and that Matt boy, or Michael, something with M, were never right for each other, and she's perfect with Seamus Flannahan."
Stella flushed. "It's Seamus Finnigan, and no, Ginny's dating Dean Thomas now." Flustered, she got up and went down to the common room.
"Thank Merlin! She's gone," Jane said, and Chloe smiled and agreed. Before she knew what was happening, Jane had won. "Told you so."
Chloe stared, absolutely shocked. "But, but I've got nearly all your pieces! You were playing with three pawns and two bishops!"
"Don't forget the king."
"And the king! How'd you beat me?"
"You can take as many pieces as you like, but I'm still going to win if you aren't more vicious on the attack. You're so cautious, look, barely any of your pawns have even moved. I didn't beat you by myself; your pawns did a great help blocking you in."
Chloe bit her lip, looking at the board. Jane was right. She'd been too cautious with her pieces.
"Don't worry, you don't have to give Stella any sickles. Play you again?"
"Tomorrow OK?" Chloe asked, still looking at the board.
"No problem, sweetheart. Same time, same place. Be there or be a circle." Jane left, and Chloe cleaned up the set with a sweep of her wand, smiling a bit at Jane's odd phrasesshe threw in. She tried for Muggle sayings now and again, but often she missed. It made her smile every time.
Later, Chloe was lying in bed, overlarge blue-checked pajamas that Sirius had Remus buy for her one time hanging loosely on her slim form. Of course, he hadn't wanted to tell Remus about Chloe, so Sirius asked dear Remmykins to get the pajamas for him. This explained their largeness. She had her wand playing music only she could hear again. She kept thinking of her and Sirius's parents. She was listening to Sum 41.
"So am I still waiting for this world to stop hating . . . how far will we take this? It's not hard to see through the thickness." She wasn't sure if she had the words right, but she liked them anyway. "This can't last forever, time won't make things better, I feel so alone, can't help myself, and no one knows that this is worthless to me." It was a very emotional song. It made her want to stand on a mountain and scream with all her might. Thankfully, she didn't, and still nobody knew a thing.
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Next chapter will be up as soon as I can get internet access again, I promise. Things to come in the next couple chapters: Radiohead, a secret room with talking busts, and still more Weezer. Thank you much! Please review!
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When she got back, she saw Jane and Stella setting up a game of Wizard's Chess. "I'll play one of you," Chloe said, sitting down on Jane's bed. The quaffle in her stomach had shrunk considerably and was now only the size of a bludger.
"Play her," Stella said, pointing. "She'll win, bet you a silver sickle."
"No thanks, I don't gamble," Chloe replied more coolly than she meant to, sitting down across from Jane. "My go first."
They played with casual intensity, concentrating hard enough to formulate and follow through with complicated plans, but not so hard that they couldn't listen to Weezer (introduced by Chloe, which was introduced to her by a friend back in the States; Chloe loved to listen to Muggle music, it made her feel terribly rebellious and genius at the same time) and Stella's voice over it. She was in one of her gossip moods.
" . . . and Cho was just crying and crying, she's almost as bad as Moaning Myrtle, that one, spending her time weeping in the bathroom . . . "
Jane and Chloe ignored Stella for the most part, continuing with their game. Jane smiled as her bishop picked up Chloe's rook and smashed it against the side of the chessboard a few times before tossing it aside and taking its place. "Why you grinning?" Chloe taunted, "I've got more than half you're pieces."
"I'm grinning," she replied, teeth showing between parted lips, "because I am going to win."
"You're going to beat me with your king, your bishops, your rook, and three pawns?"
Jane didn't reply, but kept grinning as Chloe made her next move, losing her other rook in the process. Jane hummed along to the song, occasionally adding words here and there: "Givin' me chills . . . oh yeah, alright . . . say it ain't so-o-o . . . your drug is a heartbreaker . . . say it ain't so- o-o, my love is a life-taker . . . . " Chloe grimaced, taking Jane's second knight.
"Now what?" she asked. "Whatcha gonna do?"
Stella broke in grumpily. "You're not listening to me, are you?"
"Of course we are," said Jane smoothly. "Ginny Weasely and that Matt boy, or Michael, something with M, were never right for each other, and she's perfect with Seamus Flannahan."
Stella flushed. "It's Seamus Finnigan, and no, Ginny's dating Dean Thomas now." Flustered, she got up and went down to the common room.
"Thank Merlin! She's gone," Jane said, and Chloe smiled and agreed. Before she knew what was happening, Jane had won. "Told you so."
Chloe stared, absolutely shocked. "But, but I've got nearly all your pieces! You were playing with three pawns and two bishops!"
"Don't forget the king."
"And the king! How'd you beat me?"
"You can take as many pieces as you like, but I'm still going to win if you aren't more vicious on the attack. You're so cautious, look, barely any of your pawns have even moved. I didn't beat you by myself; your pawns did a great help blocking you in."
Chloe bit her lip, looking at the board. Jane was right. She'd been too cautious with her pieces.
"Don't worry, you don't have to give Stella any sickles. Play you again?"
"Tomorrow OK?" Chloe asked, still looking at the board.
"No problem, sweetheart. Same time, same place. Be there or be a circle." Jane left, and Chloe cleaned up the set with a sweep of her wand, smiling a bit at Jane's odd phrasesshe threw in. She tried for Muggle sayings now and again, but often she missed. It made her smile every time.
Later, Chloe was lying in bed, overlarge blue-checked pajamas that Sirius had Remus buy for her one time hanging loosely on her slim form. Of course, he hadn't wanted to tell Remus about Chloe, so Sirius asked dear Remmykins to get the pajamas for him. This explained their largeness. She had her wand playing music only she could hear again. She kept thinking of her and Sirius's parents. She was listening to Sum 41.
"So am I still waiting for this world to stop hating . . . how far will we take this? It's not hard to see through the thickness." She wasn't sure if she had the words right, but she liked them anyway. "This can't last forever, time won't make things better, I feel so alone, can't help myself, and no one knows that this is worthless to me." It was a very emotional song. It made her want to stand on a mountain and scream with all her might. Thankfully, she didn't, and still nobody knew a thing.
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Next chapter will be up as soon as I can get internet access again, I promise. Things to come in the next couple chapters: Radiohead, a secret room with talking busts, and still more Weezer. Thank you much! Please review!
