Chapter 5: The Truth
"Just what Chanse?" Angelina asked.
"Just that...um..." Chanse quickly tried to think of something to say, "Well Kirstyn's brother, Milo, goes there...that's all."
"Oh, well," Angelina shrugged, "good night."
"Night." Chanse sighed, as she rolled over.
Chanse woke the next morning to Angelina shacking her, "Come on Chanse it's time for Quidditch tryouts."
"Huh?"
"Oliver always makes the Quidditch team be up at five in the morning, and that's when we hold Quidditch tryouts...you are trying out aren't you?"
"Well yeah." Chanse sat up, "but why so early for tryouts?"
"Because if someone makes the team we want them to be prepared for the early practices...also it shows if they can make the early tryouts they're dedicated." Angelina smirked.
"Fine." Chanse crawled out of bed, and got in the shower.
When Chanse got out of the shower, she walked out of bathroom, in her towel, and walked over to the window. She looked out over the walls over Hogwarts and saw the sun slowly rising over the astronomy tower.
"Here Chanse." Angelina yelled.
Chanse turned around and saw Angelina toss some clothes on Chanse's bed, "Wear these to the practice."
Chanse walked over to her bed and looked at the clothes, "Thanks."
"I'll be down, with the rest of the team, in the Commons Room."
"Alright," Chanse nodded as she walked into the bathroom to change, "I'll be down soon."
Angelina walked out of the room, and Chanse walked out of the bathroom, and walked over to her dresser and began brushing her hair.
'I guess no one knows about Oliver.' Chanse thought.
'What about Oliver?' Geno asked.
'He transferred to Durmstrang.'
'Why?'
Chanse walked over to Geno, and stroked his head, 'I don't know...I just know his parents thought it would be better if he didn't go here anymore.'
'But how...'
Chanse interrupted, 'Geno I'd rather not talk about it, because I'll become mad, and I won't play to my top potential.' Chanse laughed.
'Alright, good luck.'
'Thanks'
Chanse ran over to the door and grabbed her broom, and ran down to the Commons Room, and the Gryffindor Quidditch team and the people trying out were all sitting around taking roll.
"Hey Chanse," Harry jumped up off the coach and ran over to Chanse and gave her a hug.
"Hey Harry."
Chanse and Harry started walking back to the group.
"Since Oliver isn't at Hogwarts at the moment," Angelina laughed, "I'm going to take the position as substitute Captain." Angelina smirked.
"Well as you know Katie Bell is quitting because of her new job, of Head Girl, we will miss her very much." Angelina sighed, "So the position of Chaser is up for grabs, and then you may also challenge anyone, for their position on the team...so...all that are trying out, I have your names here," she waved a small clipboard in the air, "and I'm going to call your name out, and you are to tell me what you're trying out for."
Angelina looked over her clipboard, "Seamus Finnigan."
"Chaser."
"Dean Thomas."
"Chaser."
"Ronald Weasley."
"Um, it's Ron...and Keeper."
"Ron you do know that's Oliver position, right?" Harry laughed.
"I've been practicing."
"And last Chanse Potter."
"Keeper."
The Quidditch team looked at Chanse, and Chanse looked around at everyone, "What?"
"O...k." Angelina scribbled Chanse down as trying out for Keeper, on the clipboard.
"Angelina I want to change mine," Ron whined, "Chaser, please."
The team all let out little snickers of laughs at Ron, and then all headed out to the Quidditch Pitch.
"Ron you scared of me?" Chanse asked as she walked next to Ron.
"Hell yeah I'm scared of you!" Ron shrieked, "I'm not blind...I saw you last year on the Ravenclaw team." Ron slightly laughed.
Chanse let out a small laugh, and then looked down at the ground and sighed.
"Ron," Harry scolded softly.
"What?"
"Why'd you bring up Ravenclaw?"
Ron looked over at Chanse and then back at Harry, "Sorry."
Harry sighed, "Chanse you ok?" Harry nudged.
"Yeah," Chanse shook her head, "I'm fine." Chanse smiled.
The Gryffindor Quidditch team led the other students, trying out for positions, on the team, following behind them. Fred, who was walking next to Angelina and, every now and then, looking over at her and smiling/blushing at her, George glancing over at them, in disgusted, and Alicia staring ahead at the Quidditch pitch, with excitement.
When they reached the Quidditch field, Angelina turned around to everyone, "Now what's going to happen now is that we are, all, going to go inside the field right now, and then stretch...does anyone have a problem with that?"
Fred and George raised their hands, and then began to laugh, "I'm ignoring both of you." Angelina laughed as she turned and walked into the field.
"Looks like you pissed off your girlfriend, Freddy." George teased.
Fred grabbed George's hand, while everyone else walked inside the stadium, "Three things George," Fred smirked, "One...fuck off...Two...she's not my girlfriend..."
"You sure act like you want her to be." George teased.
"So what if I do? Do you have a problem with me liking Angelina?"
"No problems here, just..." George rolled his eyes and started to walk inside.
Fred grabbed his arm, "Just what?"
"Just you should ask her before someone else does."
"No one's thinking about." Fred said confidently, "Are they?" He asked a little nervously.
"Not that I know of, but do you know if she knows you like her?"
"I think she does."
"Do you care that she does." George grew a large smile across his face.
"No," Fred said a little scared, by the look on his twin's face, "I care if someone else tells her for me."
"Well I'm going to tell her!" George yelled as he ran into the stadium.
"ANGELINA!" George screamed from the top row of seats in the Quidditch field.
Angelina looked up in the stands at George, a little annoyed, "WHAT GEORGE?!" Angelina screamed from the pitch.
"FRED..." George started to speak, but was quickly interrupted.
Fred cupped his hand over George's mouth, "I wouldn't do that brother."
Fred let go of George's mouth, "Why shouldn't I?" George smirked.
"Otherwise all of Gryffindor will know about Mr. Snuggles."
George's eyes grew large, "You wouldn't."
"And you once all of Gryffindor knows it's only a matter of time before all of Hogwarts knows," Fred grew a sly smiled across his face, "and then what will those Slytherin's think?"
George smirked, as he cocked his head to the side, "You're bluffing."
"Am I?" Fred smirked back.
"Yeah you are." George said confidently, as he mounted his broom and got ready to fly down to the rest of the team.
"I wonder what Blaise would think about Mr. Snuggles?" Fred laughed.
George quickly stopped and flew back over to Fred, and grabbed his shirt, "Fred I'm going to...I'm going to..."
"You're going to what?"
"You guys ok?" A voice laughed next to them.
Fred and George looked next to them, in the air, Alicia was flying with a smiled on her face, "Angelina sent me up here to get you guys."
George looked back at Fred, who looked at George and raised an eyebrow, "Yeah we're coming." George huffed, as he let go of Fred's shirt.
"Ok, I'll see you down there." Alicia rolled her eyes, with a laugh, and then flew back down to the team.
George and Fred mounted their brooms and slowly flew down to the team.
"You guys done, fucking around now?" Angelina smirked.
"Sorry, brotherly love." Fred laughed as he threw his arm around George's neck.
"Yeah," George looked at Fred, in disgusted, "brotherly love." George flashed a fake smile to Fred, and then sat down on the ground, and began to stretch.
Chanse looked down at the ground the whole time while she was stretching. She had too much on her mind to really think about her stretches, or anything else for that matter.
"Alright," Angelina clapped her hands and stood up, "Will test our Chasers first, and then we'll test you Chanse," Chanse looked up at Angelina and smiled, "when Oliver gets back." Angelina smiled.
Quickly Chanse's smile faded as Angelina smiled at her. Chanse looked down at the ground and concentrated on a blade of grass.
"Ok Seamus, Dean, and Ron, we will have our Chaser...the wonderful Alicia Spinnet," Alicia stood up and took a bow then laughed, "do some moves and scoring tactics, in the air, and I want you to mimic her every move...and while you're doing that Fred, George, and I will be watching how you move."
Angelina stood up and walked over to the Quidditch box, and unlatched the box, and revealed two Bludgers, moving and making noises, in the middle a Quaffle, and the Hogwarts shield, hiding the golden snitch.
Angelina bent down and picked up the Quaffle and tossed it in the air and then caught. "We're going to need more of these for the four of you." Angelina smirked, as she looked at Seamus, Dean, Ron, and Alicia.
"I'll go get some more." Dean offered.
"No its ok, Dean, thank you though."
"Suck up." Seamus coughed, and then Dean gave Seamus the death glare, "What?" Seamus squeaked.
"Don't make me conjure up a banshee." Dean threatened.
"Alright." Seamus sulked.
"Ok well I'll go get two more boxes." Angelina huffed, and then sighed deeply, "Oliver made this look so easy...I got an idea." Angelina exclaimed.
"What?" Alicia asked.
Angelina tossed Alicia the red Quaffle, "You run some plays, using Fred and George as your other Chasers," George and Fred quickly looked up at Angelina like she was crazy.
"We're not Chasers." The twins protested.
"It's not that hard you guys," Angelina sighed, "Anyways Alicia will walk you through, what she need you two to do."
"Fine." The twins sulked.
"Now Chanse you can come with me to get two Quidditch boxes, ok?"
Chanse looked up at Angelina and nodded, as she stood up, "That's cool."
Angelina nodded her head to Alicia, who mounted her broom, nodded to the twin, who mounted their brooms, and then they all took off into the sky.
Angelina started walking out of the Quidditch stadium and Chanse could hear Alicia talking to Seamus, Dean, and Ron, "Ok all mount your brooms and join us up here."
Chanse heard the swish of three brooms take flight into the air. "Seamus will mimic me, Dean mimics Fred, and Ron mimics George."
"Oh bloody hell." Ron snorted.
"Oh Ronny-kens I'll take care of you like dear old mummy." George teased.
"Alicia can I mimic you?" Ron whined.
"No...Now we're starting with the play called..."
Chanse reached the outside of the stadium, and the voice from within faded behind her.
Angelina and Chanse walked in silence, back to Hogwarts, to fetch the Quidditch boxes.
"So you're going to challenge Oliver, huh?" Angelina smirked.
"No," Chanse whispered.
"You're trying out for Keeper aren't you?"
"Yeah."
"So you're challenging him then."
"No I'm not." Chanse whispered, softly still.
"YES YOU ARE!" Angelina laughed loudly.
"No I'm not." Chanse turned to Angelina, with a mixed emotion of anger and sadness.
"What are you talking about Chanse? What's wrong?" Angelina placed her hand on Chanse's arm.
Chanse stared at the ground and took a deep breath in, "Follow me." Chanse whispered as she turned and quickly walked toward the castle.
Chanse and Angelina walked passed Madam Hooch's Quidditch room, and passed the Great Hall and to the right...towards the Gryffindor Commons Room.
"Flibbertigibbet." Chanse spoke as the painting of the Fat Lady opened.
A couple of people in the Commons Room looked up at Angelina and Chanse and wondered why they were back so soon, without the rest of the team, while the other people didn't even notice anyone had come in.
Chanse walked up the stairs and to the left, and up to the second to top floor. She stopped outside her room, which was marked, Angelina Johnson & Chanse Potter. "Come on." Chanse whispered as she pushed the door open.
"Chanse what's going on?" Angelina pleaded as she sat down on her bed, and watched Chanse, across the room, looking at her dresser. She was shuffling papers, seemingly trying to find a certain one.
"Here it is." Chanse whispered, as she pulled a small vanilla piece of parchment out from under the pile of papers.
Chanse walked over to Angelina and handed her the paper, and walked out onto the balcony, while Angelina read the letter.
Chanse stared up into the bright yellow sun, as a flock of jobberknolls flying over her head. All of Hogwarts seemed to be under a eternal sleep. Everyone seemed to be sleeping but Chanse. There was no sound, and not a person in sight, for miles, it seemed like.
Chanse looked up at the flock of jobberknolls and smiled. She felt that she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say. She tried to speak aloud but the words wouldn't pass beyond her mind, 'It's...' Chanse tried to think of what she wanted to say, 'It's...It's beautiful.'
Closing her eyes, slowly, Chanse drew in a big breath and pushed it out when she opened her eyes.
The last tail feather of the last of the jobberknolls flew over Chanse. She smiled as she stared at the sun again, but saw a lone jobberknoll flying as fast as it could, trying to keep up with the rest but it just couldn't.
Chanse watched as the poor, old, jobberknoll flew slower and slower, and fell more and more behind the other jobberknolls...
Chanse silently gasped, which quickly turned to horror, as she watched the old jobberknoll stop flying and fall faster and faster to the ground.
Chanse watched in presuming its dead, until she heard a burst of all different kinds of sounds coming from the dying bird, just before it fell behind the castle wall, out of sight.
"Is this true?" A voice whispered from behind.
Chanse lowered her head; she couldn't face Angelina...
Chanse nodded.
"Just what Chanse?" Angelina asked.
"Just that...um..." Chanse quickly tried to think of something to say, "Well Kirstyn's brother, Milo, goes there...that's all."
"Oh, well," Angelina shrugged, "good night."
"Night." Chanse sighed, as she rolled over.
Chanse woke the next morning to Angelina shacking her, "Come on Chanse it's time for Quidditch tryouts."
"Huh?"
"Oliver always makes the Quidditch team be up at five in the morning, and that's when we hold Quidditch tryouts...you are trying out aren't you?"
"Well yeah." Chanse sat up, "but why so early for tryouts?"
"Because if someone makes the team we want them to be prepared for the early practices...also it shows if they can make the early tryouts they're dedicated." Angelina smirked.
"Fine." Chanse crawled out of bed, and got in the shower.
When Chanse got out of the shower, she walked out of bathroom, in her towel, and walked over to the window. She looked out over the walls over Hogwarts and saw the sun slowly rising over the astronomy tower.
"Here Chanse." Angelina yelled.
Chanse turned around and saw Angelina toss some clothes on Chanse's bed, "Wear these to the practice."
Chanse walked over to her bed and looked at the clothes, "Thanks."
"I'll be down, with the rest of the team, in the Commons Room."
"Alright," Chanse nodded as she walked into the bathroom to change, "I'll be down soon."
Angelina walked out of the room, and Chanse walked out of the bathroom, and walked over to her dresser and began brushing her hair.
'I guess no one knows about Oliver.' Chanse thought.
'What about Oliver?' Geno asked.
'He transferred to Durmstrang.'
'Why?'
Chanse walked over to Geno, and stroked his head, 'I don't know...I just know his parents thought it would be better if he didn't go here anymore.'
'But how...'
Chanse interrupted, 'Geno I'd rather not talk about it, because I'll become mad, and I won't play to my top potential.' Chanse laughed.
'Alright, good luck.'
'Thanks'
Chanse ran over to the door and grabbed her broom, and ran down to the Commons Room, and the Gryffindor Quidditch team and the people trying out were all sitting around taking roll.
"Hey Chanse," Harry jumped up off the coach and ran over to Chanse and gave her a hug.
"Hey Harry."
Chanse and Harry started walking back to the group.
"Since Oliver isn't at Hogwarts at the moment," Angelina laughed, "I'm going to take the position as substitute Captain." Angelina smirked.
"Well as you know Katie Bell is quitting because of her new job, of Head Girl, we will miss her very much." Angelina sighed, "So the position of Chaser is up for grabs, and then you may also challenge anyone, for their position on the team...so...all that are trying out, I have your names here," she waved a small clipboard in the air, "and I'm going to call your name out, and you are to tell me what you're trying out for."
Angelina looked over her clipboard, "Seamus Finnigan."
"Chaser."
"Dean Thomas."
"Chaser."
"Ronald Weasley."
"Um, it's Ron...and Keeper."
"Ron you do know that's Oliver position, right?" Harry laughed.
"I've been practicing."
"And last Chanse Potter."
"Keeper."
The Quidditch team looked at Chanse, and Chanse looked around at everyone, "What?"
"O...k." Angelina scribbled Chanse down as trying out for Keeper, on the clipboard.
"Angelina I want to change mine," Ron whined, "Chaser, please."
The team all let out little snickers of laughs at Ron, and then all headed out to the Quidditch Pitch.
"Ron you scared of me?" Chanse asked as she walked next to Ron.
"Hell yeah I'm scared of you!" Ron shrieked, "I'm not blind...I saw you last year on the Ravenclaw team." Ron slightly laughed.
Chanse let out a small laugh, and then looked down at the ground and sighed.
"Ron," Harry scolded softly.
"What?"
"Why'd you bring up Ravenclaw?"
Ron looked over at Chanse and then back at Harry, "Sorry."
Harry sighed, "Chanse you ok?" Harry nudged.
"Yeah," Chanse shook her head, "I'm fine." Chanse smiled.
The Gryffindor Quidditch team led the other students, trying out for positions, on the team, following behind them. Fred, who was walking next to Angelina and, every now and then, looking over at her and smiling/blushing at her, George glancing over at them, in disgusted, and Alicia staring ahead at the Quidditch pitch, with excitement.
When they reached the Quidditch field, Angelina turned around to everyone, "Now what's going to happen now is that we are, all, going to go inside the field right now, and then stretch...does anyone have a problem with that?"
Fred and George raised their hands, and then began to laugh, "I'm ignoring both of you." Angelina laughed as she turned and walked into the field.
"Looks like you pissed off your girlfriend, Freddy." George teased.
Fred grabbed George's hand, while everyone else walked inside the stadium, "Three things George," Fred smirked, "One...fuck off...Two...she's not my girlfriend..."
"You sure act like you want her to be." George teased.
"So what if I do? Do you have a problem with me liking Angelina?"
"No problems here, just..." George rolled his eyes and started to walk inside.
Fred grabbed his arm, "Just what?"
"Just you should ask her before someone else does."
"No one's thinking about." Fred said confidently, "Are they?" He asked a little nervously.
"Not that I know of, but do you know if she knows you like her?"
"I think she does."
"Do you care that she does." George grew a large smile across his face.
"No," Fred said a little scared, by the look on his twin's face, "I care if someone else tells her for me."
"Well I'm going to tell her!" George yelled as he ran into the stadium.
"ANGELINA!" George screamed from the top row of seats in the Quidditch field.
Angelina looked up in the stands at George, a little annoyed, "WHAT GEORGE?!" Angelina screamed from the pitch.
"FRED..." George started to speak, but was quickly interrupted.
Fred cupped his hand over George's mouth, "I wouldn't do that brother."
Fred let go of George's mouth, "Why shouldn't I?" George smirked.
"Otherwise all of Gryffindor will know about Mr. Snuggles."
George's eyes grew large, "You wouldn't."
"And you once all of Gryffindor knows it's only a matter of time before all of Hogwarts knows," Fred grew a sly smiled across his face, "and then what will those Slytherin's think?"
George smirked, as he cocked his head to the side, "You're bluffing."
"Am I?" Fred smirked back.
"Yeah you are." George said confidently, as he mounted his broom and got ready to fly down to the rest of the team.
"I wonder what Blaise would think about Mr. Snuggles?" Fred laughed.
George quickly stopped and flew back over to Fred, and grabbed his shirt, "Fred I'm going to...I'm going to..."
"You're going to what?"
"You guys ok?" A voice laughed next to them.
Fred and George looked next to them, in the air, Alicia was flying with a smiled on her face, "Angelina sent me up here to get you guys."
George looked back at Fred, who looked at George and raised an eyebrow, "Yeah we're coming." George huffed, as he let go of Fred's shirt.
"Ok, I'll see you down there." Alicia rolled her eyes, with a laugh, and then flew back down to the team.
George and Fred mounted their brooms and slowly flew down to the team.
"You guys done, fucking around now?" Angelina smirked.
"Sorry, brotherly love." Fred laughed as he threw his arm around George's neck.
"Yeah," George looked at Fred, in disgusted, "brotherly love." George flashed a fake smile to Fred, and then sat down on the ground, and began to stretch.
Chanse looked down at the ground the whole time while she was stretching. She had too much on her mind to really think about her stretches, or anything else for that matter.
"Alright," Angelina clapped her hands and stood up, "Will test our Chasers first, and then we'll test you Chanse," Chanse looked up at Angelina and smiled, "when Oliver gets back." Angelina smiled.
Quickly Chanse's smile faded as Angelina smiled at her. Chanse looked down at the ground and concentrated on a blade of grass.
"Ok Seamus, Dean, and Ron, we will have our Chaser...the wonderful Alicia Spinnet," Alicia stood up and took a bow then laughed, "do some moves and scoring tactics, in the air, and I want you to mimic her every move...and while you're doing that Fred, George, and I will be watching how you move."
Angelina stood up and walked over to the Quidditch box, and unlatched the box, and revealed two Bludgers, moving and making noises, in the middle a Quaffle, and the Hogwarts shield, hiding the golden snitch.
Angelina bent down and picked up the Quaffle and tossed it in the air and then caught. "We're going to need more of these for the four of you." Angelina smirked, as she looked at Seamus, Dean, Ron, and Alicia.
"I'll go get some more." Dean offered.
"No its ok, Dean, thank you though."
"Suck up." Seamus coughed, and then Dean gave Seamus the death glare, "What?" Seamus squeaked.
"Don't make me conjure up a banshee." Dean threatened.
"Alright." Seamus sulked.
"Ok well I'll go get two more boxes." Angelina huffed, and then sighed deeply, "Oliver made this look so easy...I got an idea." Angelina exclaimed.
"What?" Alicia asked.
Angelina tossed Alicia the red Quaffle, "You run some plays, using Fred and George as your other Chasers," George and Fred quickly looked up at Angelina like she was crazy.
"We're not Chasers." The twins protested.
"It's not that hard you guys," Angelina sighed, "Anyways Alicia will walk you through, what she need you two to do."
"Fine." The twins sulked.
"Now Chanse you can come with me to get two Quidditch boxes, ok?"
Chanse looked up at Angelina and nodded, as she stood up, "That's cool."
Angelina nodded her head to Alicia, who mounted her broom, nodded to the twin, who mounted their brooms, and then they all took off into the sky.
Angelina started walking out of the Quidditch stadium and Chanse could hear Alicia talking to Seamus, Dean, and Ron, "Ok all mount your brooms and join us up here."
Chanse heard the swish of three brooms take flight into the air. "Seamus will mimic me, Dean mimics Fred, and Ron mimics George."
"Oh bloody hell." Ron snorted.
"Oh Ronny-kens I'll take care of you like dear old mummy." George teased.
"Alicia can I mimic you?" Ron whined.
"No...Now we're starting with the play called..."
Chanse reached the outside of the stadium, and the voice from within faded behind her.
Angelina and Chanse walked in silence, back to Hogwarts, to fetch the Quidditch boxes.
"So you're going to challenge Oliver, huh?" Angelina smirked.
"No," Chanse whispered.
"You're trying out for Keeper aren't you?"
"Yeah."
"So you're challenging him then."
"No I'm not." Chanse whispered, softly still.
"YES YOU ARE!" Angelina laughed loudly.
"No I'm not." Chanse turned to Angelina, with a mixed emotion of anger and sadness.
"What are you talking about Chanse? What's wrong?" Angelina placed her hand on Chanse's arm.
Chanse stared at the ground and took a deep breath in, "Follow me." Chanse whispered as she turned and quickly walked toward the castle.
Chanse and Angelina walked passed Madam Hooch's Quidditch room, and passed the Great Hall and to the right...towards the Gryffindor Commons Room.
"Flibbertigibbet." Chanse spoke as the painting of the Fat Lady opened.
A couple of people in the Commons Room looked up at Angelina and Chanse and wondered why they were back so soon, without the rest of the team, while the other people didn't even notice anyone had come in.
Chanse walked up the stairs and to the left, and up to the second to top floor. She stopped outside her room, which was marked, Angelina Johnson & Chanse Potter. "Come on." Chanse whispered as she pushed the door open.
"Chanse what's going on?" Angelina pleaded as she sat down on her bed, and watched Chanse, across the room, looking at her dresser. She was shuffling papers, seemingly trying to find a certain one.
"Here it is." Chanse whispered, as she pulled a small vanilla piece of parchment out from under the pile of papers.
Chanse walked over to Angelina and handed her the paper, and walked out onto the balcony, while Angelina read the letter.
Chanse stared up into the bright yellow sun, as a flock of jobberknolls flying over her head. All of Hogwarts seemed to be under a eternal sleep. Everyone seemed to be sleeping but Chanse. There was no sound, and not a person in sight, for miles, it seemed like.
Chanse looked up at the flock of jobberknolls and smiled. She felt that she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say. She tried to speak aloud but the words wouldn't pass beyond her mind, 'It's...' Chanse tried to think of what she wanted to say, 'It's...It's beautiful.'
Closing her eyes, slowly, Chanse drew in a big breath and pushed it out when she opened her eyes.
The last tail feather of the last of the jobberknolls flew over Chanse. She smiled as she stared at the sun again, but saw a lone jobberknoll flying as fast as it could, trying to keep up with the rest but it just couldn't.
Chanse watched as the poor, old, jobberknoll flew slower and slower, and fell more and more behind the other jobberknolls...
Chanse silently gasped, which quickly turned to horror, as she watched the old jobberknoll stop flying and fall faster and faster to the ground.
Chanse watched in presuming its dead, until she heard a burst of all different kinds of sounds coming from the dying bird, just before it fell behind the castle wall, out of sight.
"Is this true?" A voice whispered from behind.
Chanse lowered her head; she couldn't face Angelina...
Chanse nodded.