Chapter 10: Reserve
A week pasted by in the Hogwarts Winter Vacation, and Chanse had returned to her normal self, except for the fact that she hated talking about Oliver...
"Miss Potter," Professor McGonagall walked behind Chanse, in the Great Hall, "May I have a word with you?"
"Yes Professor?" Chanse asked with a smile, as she got up and followed the thin professor outside the Great Hall.
"This was sent to you," McGonagall handed Chanse a letter, "Along with another letter addressed to the school," Chanse looked at the professor with confusion, "I have talked to Dumbledore and he has cleared you to go." Professor McGonagall walked back inside the Great Hall, leaving Chanse alone.
Chanse pushed the giant doors open and walked back to her spot in the Gryffindor table. "What'd McGonagall want?" Fred asked.
"She gave me this letter."
"Anytime a professor pulls you aside usually can't be good." Seamus smirked.
"McGonagall pulled me aside once, and then pulled Oliver aside, and told us that I was the new Gryffindor Seeker." Harry beamed.
"Ok anytime a professor pulls someone aside and hands them a letter, can not be good." Seamus snarled.
"Well we'll see." Chanse smirked, as she slid her finger into the envelope and pulled out a piece of parchment...
Dear Chanse,
This is a letter concerning you about your signing with Puddlemere United...
We are happy to tell you that you were accepted into Puddlemere and that we would request you to come to Puddletown, England by Friday, for training as a reserve for Puddlemere, and you will be staying with us for one week... and if you make the reserve then you may sign onto Puddlemere.
Maybe later in life you will be a first-string player, instead of a reserve.
Enclosed is your train ticket to Puddletown...please try not to be late.
Signed,
Baron Von Luedonwig
Puddlemere United Head Scout
Chanse pulled the letter close to her chest, and then looked up at the High Table, where McGonagall was staring at Chanse with a smile.
"Chanse what'd the letter say?" George asked impatiently
"I'm going to Puddletown on Friday." Chanse whispered with excitement.
"Huh?" Ron asked.
"I'm going to go train as a Reserve for Puddlemere." Chanse smiled.
"Oh Merlin!" Angelina screamed as she threw her arms around Chanse.
"What's going on?" Cho asked as she walked by the table.
"Chanse is going to train as a Reserve for Puddlemere." Angelina smiled.
"Well this is a perfect time to give you this," Cho held out a neatly wrapped package, "I got it for you for Christmas but this is a better time."
"Thank you Cho," Chanse smiled as she grabbed the package and tore open the package, revealing a small black leather book, and a crimson red feather on top of the book, "Thank you Cho!" Chanse jumped out of her spot, and leaned across the table and hugged Cho.
"That's a Quick-Diary Quill." Lavender shouted.
"A what?" Chanse laughed.
"All you need to do is placed the tip of the quill to a new sheet of paper, and start think about what you want to put as a diary entry and it will write it for you." Cho beamed, "I thought it would be good for you for your training."
"Cho this kicks ass!" Chanse shouted as she hugged Cho again.
"Well tomorrow is Friday," Chanse stood up and pressed to the letter, diary, and quill against her chest, "So I better go pack for my trip." Chanse walked out of the Great Hall, and up the stairs, through to portrait and into her dorm room.
Chanse pulled her suitcase out of her closet, and threw in onto her bed and it flung open. "So what time do you leave?" Angelina asked as she sat down on Chanse's bed.
"I don't know," Chanse pushed a pair of sweats on top of her running shorts, and then grabbed her ticket, "The train leaves at eight, and I'll get to Puddletown at eleven."
"Want me to take you down to the train station?" Angelina asked.
"Well first go grab me those shirts," Chanse pointed to four shirts hanging in her closet, "and that would kick ass if you would come down with me." Chanse smiled.
Angelina and Chanse finished packing for Chanse's trip, and then left to go to the Great Hall, for lunch...
"Hey Chanse," George smiled, "Hey Angie."
"Hey." Chanse and Angelina laughed at the same time.
"So...Where'd you two get off to?" Fred smirked.
Angelina looked over at Chanse, "You should tell them."
"Ok...I got a letter from Puddlemere United...I'm leaving tomorrow for Puddletown to train for Puddlemere."
Everyone around Chanse and Angelina gasped with delight as the thought of one of their friends actually being part of an actual professional Quidditch team.
Lunch ended, and by the time that it did almost all of Hogwarts had found out that Chanse was leaving to train for Puddlemere. "Is it true?" Chanse would hear people saying as she walked down to the hallway.
All day long Chanse couldn't escape people asking her questions and talking to her about her leaving...she felt like queen of the school, but after awhile she wanted it to stop. She could only take so many people asking about her. She didn't get a moment of peace, to herself, until she finally got up to her room.
"Merlin save me!" Chanse shouted as she fell onto her bed.
"What?" Angelina asked as she crawled into her bed.
"People just don't know when to leave someone alone...do they?"
"Guess not." Angelina laughed.
Chanse rolled off her bed, and placed her luggage by the door, and then crawled into her bed, "So Angelina you coming down with me?"
"If you want me to." Angelina whispered.
"I do."
"Then I will."
Chanse and Angelina fell asleep and before they knew it, it was the next morning and Chanse's alarm was buzzing, at six in the morning, for the girls to get out of bed...
Chanse jumped in the shower and then when she was done she went and woke Angelina up, "Come on Angelina." Chanse shook Angelina, very sleepily.
"I'm up." Angelina rolled out of bed and got in the shower, while Chanse changed into some jeans and her favorite shirt, and threw on a jacket.
Chanse went back over her list, and made sure she had everything she needed while Angelina got dressed. "Alright let's go." Angelina smiled, as she picked up a bag of Chanse's and followed behind Chanse as they made their way downstairs to the Commons Room.
Chanse and Angelina got down to the Commons Room they saw Alicia, George, Fred, Hermione, Harry, and Ron sleeping in the chairs and on the couches. "What are they doing here?" Chanse whispered to Angelina.
"Well they told me they were going to do this," Angelina smirked, "they stayed in the Commons Room all night waiting to say good-bye to you." Chanse looked around at all her friend who had broken a major rule by staying in the Commons Room all night just to say good-bye to her.
"You guys Chanse is here." Angelina whispered loudly.
Slowly one-by-one everyone in the Commons Room arose...
"Chanse?" a couple of people murmured as they scratched their eyes.
"Hey guys." Chanse choked, as she tried to hold back her tears, "You guys did this for me?"
Harry was the first to get up, "Well we knew you were leaving..."
"Not for good, baby brother." Chanse gasped.
"Yeah but still," Harry sighed, "this is a big step in your life, and we just wanted to be here for you when you take that step."
Chanse looked down at Harry and pulled him close to her chest, "Thank you," She whispered, "Thank you all of you," Chanse smiled at all her friends.
"Wow that was like one of those really bad lines from a movie." George laughed, trying to break the silence that filled the room.
"Yeah I know," Chanse laughed, "I was hoping no one noticed it."
Everyone sat around the Commons Room in an eerie silence that whirled around them, until Chanse's watch beeped. "What's that for?" Ron asked.
"That means that Angelina and I have to be down in Hogsmeade in twenty minutes, because my train leaves in thirty minutes." Chanse smiled as she picked up her bags, "but you guys I don't want to do the whole long good- bye thing, because I AM coming back, so there's no need to." Everyone nodded in agreement.
Chanse and Angelina picked up Chanse's bags, and headed out of the Gryffindor Tower, and down the rotating stairs, and onto the outer boundaries of Hogwarts, where their carriage awaited to take them down to Hogsmeade.
When Chanse and Angelina arrived in Hogsmeade they quickly got Chanse boarded on the train headed for Puddletown, and within minutes Chanse was on her way for Puddletown to start her Puddlemere United training...
When Chanse arrived in Puddletown she quickly gathered her belongings and stood around in the train station and pondered what she was to do or where she was supposed to go. "Excuse me sir?" Chanse smiled at a train manager.
"Yes?" He smiled back, as he glanced at his watch again.
"I was wondering if there's somewhere for the Puddlemere United Reserve trainees to go?"
"The what?" He scoffed.
"Um..." Chanse tried to think of something, "I meant, where's the Puddlemere United arena?"
"Oh go down that way," he pointed behind Chanse, "until you see a door leading out into the wizardry world of Puddletown. Then follow Puddlemere street straight north till you reach a giant arena."
"Thank you." Chanse smiled, as she picked up her bags, and followed the directions.
When Chanse reached the arena she stopped in front of it, and slowly looked up to the top of the arena. 'Well this is it.' Chanse thought as she took a deep breath in and stepped forwards towards the entrance.
Chanse made her way into the Quidditch Pitch and saw a small pile of bags already in the middle, 'I guess you put your crap here.' Chanse thought as she tossed her stuff next to the pile.
"Hi." A voice from behind said very cheery.
Chanse whipped around and was face-to-face with a tall pale boy with white- blonde hair, "Hello." Chanse smiled, "My name's Chanse Potter, and I'm trying for Keeper. Who are you?"
"Jonathan Coyous," Jonathan smiled, as he shook Chanse's hand, "I'm trying for Beater, and I'm from Norse Magical Academy...where are you from?"
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Chanse beamed, proudly.
Chanse and Jonathan waited and slowly more and more people came into the arena...
There were eight more Reserves who came into the arena...
The Reserve Chasers were...Glory Stephan, a tall girl with curly bright blonde hair, from Norse Magical Academy. Daniel Canon, a tall boy with sandy brown hair, from Salem Witches' Institute. Adam Wheeler, was the same boy that Chanse had met early, in the year, at Durmstrang Institute. Ben Carlson was a short boy with deep red shaggy hair, from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Last was a tall beefy boy with dark brown shaggy hair named Brian McCormick, also from Salem Witches' Institute.
The Reserve Seekers were...Allegra Moore, a small girl with a pointy nose, that was always in the air, and tight black curls all over her head, and she was from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. And a tall skinny boy with a deep tan named Alfonso Quito from Brazilian School of Magic.
There was one other Beater, beside Jonathan, named David Hampton, who was a boy who was very 'clean-cut' with slightly wavy blonde hair, from Durmstrang Institute.
Chanse slowly got to know everyone and everyone seemed very friendly, and even some of them acted like her friends back at Hogwarts, but there always is a couple bad people in a crowd. Chanse had a very weird feeling about Allegra. She had a terrible attitude towards everyone around her, and even started to boss people around; telling them to fetch her some water.
"Hey look there's one more person coming." Alfonso shouted, through his deep Brazilian accent.
Everyone turned around and squinted their eyes as the small dot of a person slowly grew larger and larger...
"You think he or she could take any longer?" Jonathan smirked, to Chanse.
Jonathan was by far Chanse's favorite Reserve of the bunch. He reminded her, a lot of each great quality of her closest friends back at Hogwarts...He had the humor of Fred and George, the intelligence of Hermione and Cho, the randomness of Ron and Angelina, the sweetness of Harry and Ginny, and the ability to make her laugh like...
A week pasted by in the Hogwarts Winter Vacation, and Chanse had returned to her normal self, except for the fact that she hated talking about Oliver...
"Miss Potter," Professor McGonagall walked behind Chanse, in the Great Hall, "May I have a word with you?"
"Yes Professor?" Chanse asked with a smile, as she got up and followed the thin professor outside the Great Hall.
"This was sent to you," McGonagall handed Chanse a letter, "Along with another letter addressed to the school," Chanse looked at the professor with confusion, "I have talked to Dumbledore and he has cleared you to go." Professor McGonagall walked back inside the Great Hall, leaving Chanse alone.
Chanse pushed the giant doors open and walked back to her spot in the Gryffindor table. "What'd McGonagall want?" Fred asked.
"She gave me this letter."
"Anytime a professor pulls you aside usually can't be good." Seamus smirked.
"McGonagall pulled me aside once, and then pulled Oliver aside, and told us that I was the new Gryffindor Seeker." Harry beamed.
"Ok anytime a professor pulls someone aside and hands them a letter, can not be good." Seamus snarled.
"Well we'll see." Chanse smirked, as she slid her finger into the envelope and pulled out a piece of parchment...
Dear Chanse,
This is a letter concerning you about your signing with Puddlemere United...
We are happy to tell you that you were accepted into Puddlemere and that we would request you to come to Puddletown, England by Friday, for training as a reserve for Puddlemere, and you will be staying with us for one week... and if you make the reserve then you may sign onto Puddlemere.
Maybe later in life you will be a first-string player, instead of a reserve.
Enclosed is your train ticket to Puddletown...please try not to be late.
Signed,
Baron Von Luedonwig
Puddlemere United Head Scout
Chanse pulled the letter close to her chest, and then looked up at the High Table, where McGonagall was staring at Chanse with a smile.
"Chanse what'd the letter say?" George asked impatiently
"I'm going to Puddletown on Friday." Chanse whispered with excitement.
"Huh?" Ron asked.
"I'm going to go train as a Reserve for Puddlemere." Chanse smiled.
"Oh Merlin!" Angelina screamed as she threw her arms around Chanse.
"What's going on?" Cho asked as she walked by the table.
"Chanse is going to train as a Reserve for Puddlemere." Angelina smiled.
"Well this is a perfect time to give you this," Cho held out a neatly wrapped package, "I got it for you for Christmas but this is a better time."
"Thank you Cho," Chanse smiled as she grabbed the package and tore open the package, revealing a small black leather book, and a crimson red feather on top of the book, "Thank you Cho!" Chanse jumped out of her spot, and leaned across the table and hugged Cho.
"That's a Quick-Diary Quill." Lavender shouted.
"A what?" Chanse laughed.
"All you need to do is placed the tip of the quill to a new sheet of paper, and start think about what you want to put as a diary entry and it will write it for you." Cho beamed, "I thought it would be good for you for your training."
"Cho this kicks ass!" Chanse shouted as she hugged Cho again.
"Well tomorrow is Friday," Chanse stood up and pressed to the letter, diary, and quill against her chest, "So I better go pack for my trip." Chanse walked out of the Great Hall, and up the stairs, through to portrait and into her dorm room.
Chanse pulled her suitcase out of her closet, and threw in onto her bed and it flung open. "So what time do you leave?" Angelina asked as she sat down on Chanse's bed.
"I don't know," Chanse pushed a pair of sweats on top of her running shorts, and then grabbed her ticket, "The train leaves at eight, and I'll get to Puddletown at eleven."
"Want me to take you down to the train station?" Angelina asked.
"Well first go grab me those shirts," Chanse pointed to four shirts hanging in her closet, "and that would kick ass if you would come down with me." Chanse smiled.
Angelina and Chanse finished packing for Chanse's trip, and then left to go to the Great Hall, for lunch...
"Hey Chanse," George smiled, "Hey Angie."
"Hey." Chanse and Angelina laughed at the same time.
"So...Where'd you two get off to?" Fred smirked.
Angelina looked over at Chanse, "You should tell them."
"Ok...I got a letter from Puddlemere United...I'm leaving tomorrow for Puddletown to train for Puddlemere."
Everyone around Chanse and Angelina gasped with delight as the thought of one of their friends actually being part of an actual professional Quidditch team.
Lunch ended, and by the time that it did almost all of Hogwarts had found out that Chanse was leaving to train for Puddlemere. "Is it true?" Chanse would hear people saying as she walked down to the hallway.
All day long Chanse couldn't escape people asking her questions and talking to her about her leaving...she felt like queen of the school, but after awhile she wanted it to stop. She could only take so many people asking about her. She didn't get a moment of peace, to herself, until she finally got up to her room.
"Merlin save me!" Chanse shouted as she fell onto her bed.
"What?" Angelina asked as she crawled into her bed.
"People just don't know when to leave someone alone...do they?"
"Guess not." Angelina laughed.
Chanse rolled off her bed, and placed her luggage by the door, and then crawled into her bed, "So Angelina you coming down with me?"
"If you want me to." Angelina whispered.
"I do."
"Then I will."
Chanse and Angelina fell asleep and before they knew it, it was the next morning and Chanse's alarm was buzzing, at six in the morning, for the girls to get out of bed...
Chanse jumped in the shower and then when she was done she went and woke Angelina up, "Come on Angelina." Chanse shook Angelina, very sleepily.
"I'm up." Angelina rolled out of bed and got in the shower, while Chanse changed into some jeans and her favorite shirt, and threw on a jacket.
Chanse went back over her list, and made sure she had everything she needed while Angelina got dressed. "Alright let's go." Angelina smiled, as she picked up a bag of Chanse's and followed behind Chanse as they made their way downstairs to the Commons Room.
Chanse and Angelina got down to the Commons Room they saw Alicia, George, Fred, Hermione, Harry, and Ron sleeping in the chairs and on the couches. "What are they doing here?" Chanse whispered to Angelina.
"Well they told me they were going to do this," Angelina smirked, "they stayed in the Commons Room all night waiting to say good-bye to you." Chanse looked around at all her friend who had broken a major rule by staying in the Commons Room all night just to say good-bye to her.
"You guys Chanse is here." Angelina whispered loudly.
Slowly one-by-one everyone in the Commons Room arose...
"Chanse?" a couple of people murmured as they scratched their eyes.
"Hey guys." Chanse choked, as she tried to hold back her tears, "You guys did this for me?"
Harry was the first to get up, "Well we knew you were leaving..."
"Not for good, baby brother." Chanse gasped.
"Yeah but still," Harry sighed, "this is a big step in your life, and we just wanted to be here for you when you take that step."
Chanse looked down at Harry and pulled him close to her chest, "Thank you," She whispered, "Thank you all of you," Chanse smiled at all her friends.
"Wow that was like one of those really bad lines from a movie." George laughed, trying to break the silence that filled the room.
"Yeah I know," Chanse laughed, "I was hoping no one noticed it."
Everyone sat around the Commons Room in an eerie silence that whirled around them, until Chanse's watch beeped. "What's that for?" Ron asked.
"That means that Angelina and I have to be down in Hogsmeade in twenty minutes, because my train leaves in thirty minutes." Chanse smiled as she picked up her bags, "but you guys I don't want to do the whole long good- bye thing, because I AM coming back, so there's no need to." Everyone nodded in agreement.
Chanse and Angelina picked up Chanse's bags, and headed out of the Gryffindor Tower, and down the rotating stairs, and onto the outer boundaries of Hogwarts, where their carriage awaited to take them down to Hogsmeade.
When Chanse and Angelina arrived in Hogsmeade they quickly got Chanse boarded on the train headed for Puddletown, and within minutes Chanse was on her way for Puddletown to start her Puddlemere United training...
When Chanse arrived in Puddletown she quickly gathered her belongings and stood around in the train station and pondered what she was to do or where she was supposed to go. "Excuse me sir?" Chanse smiled at a train manager.
"Yes?" He smiled back, as he glanced at his watch again.
"I was wondering if there's somewhere for the Puddlemere United Reserve trainees to go?"
"The what?" He scoffed.
"Um..." Chanse tried to think of something, "I meant, where's the Puddlemere United arena?"
"Oh go down that way," he pointed behind Chanse, "until you see a door leading out into the wizardry world of Puddletown. Then follow Puddlemere street straight north till you reach a giant arena."
"Thank you." Chanse smiled, as she picked up her bags, and followed the directions.
When Chanse reached the arena she stopped in front of it, and slowly looked up to the top of the arena. 'Well this is it.' Chanse thought as she took a deep breath in and stepped forwards towards the entrance.
Chanse made her way into the Quidditch Pitch and saw a small pile of bags already in the middle, 'I guess you put your crap here.' Chanse thought as she tossed her stuff next to the pile.
"Hi." A voice from behind said very cheery.
Chanse whipped around and was face-to-face with a tall pale boy with white- blonde hair, "Hello." Chanse smiled, "My name's Chanse Potter, and I'm trying for Keeper. Who are you?"
"Jonathan Coyous," Jonathan smiled, as he shook Chanse's hand, "I'm trying for Beater, and I'm from Norse Magical Academy...where are you from?"
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Chanse beamed, proudly.
Chanse and Jonathan waited and slowly more and more people came into the arena...
There were eight more Reserves who came into the arena...
The Reserve Chasers were...Glory Stephan, a tall girl with curly bright blonde hair, from Norse Magical Academy. Daniel Canon, a tall boy with sandy brown hair, from Salem Witches' Institute. Adam Wheeler, was the same boy that Chanse had met early, in the year, at Durmstrang Institute. Ben Carlson was a short boy with deep red shaggy hair, from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Last was a tall beefy boy with dark brown shaggy hair named Brian McCormick, also from Salem Witches' Institute.
The Reserve Seekers were...Allegra Moore, a small girl with a pointy nose, that was always in the air, and tight black curls all over her head, and she was from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. And a tall skinny boy with a deep tan named Alfonso Quito from Brazilian School of Magic.
There was one other Beater, beside Jonathan, named David Hampton, who was a boy who was very 'clean-cut' with slightly wavy blonde hair, from Durmstrang Institute.
Chanse slowly got to know everyone and everyone seemed very friendly, and even some of them acted like her friends back at Hogwarts, but there always is a couple bad people in a crowd. Chanse had a very weird feeling about Allegra. She had a terrible attitude towards everyone around her, and even started to boss people around; telling them to fetch her some water.
"Hey look there's one more person coming." Alfonso shouted, through his deep Brazilian accent.
Everyone turned around and squinted their eyes as the small dot of a person slowly grew larger and larger...
"You think he or she could take any longer?" Jonathan smirked, to Chanse.
Jonathan was by far Chanse's favorite Reserve of the bunch. He reminded her, a lot of each great quality of her closest friends back at Hogwarts...He had the humor of Fred and George, the intelligence of Hermione and Cho, the randomness of Ron and Angelina, the sweetness of Harry and Ginny, and the ability to make her laugh like...