Chapter 11: Blame
"Oliver?" Chanse gasped, as she watched Oliver Wood throw his bags down next the giant pile of bags.
"You know him?" Jonathan asked.
"Yeah." Chanse whispered, not moving her eyes off of Oliver, until his eyes glanced up at Chanse.
"Chanse..." Oliver started to say but was quickly interrupted by two people landing on ground.
Chanse looked at the two people that had landed. One was a woman and one was a man, but both were dressed in Puddlemere United Quidditch robes. The woman was short with wavy dirty blonde hair. While the man was complete opposite of her. He was very tall with short, slightly spiked, deep brown hair, which was slightly tipped red.
"Hello all." The women had a deep Australian accent, "I'm Shirley Loncore...Puddlemere United's forward Chaser."
"And I'm Brandon Rosedale...Puddlemere United's Keeper slash Captain."
"Well we are all of your teachers," Brandon smirked, and Chanse could hear Glory slightly sigh at the sight of his smirk. Chanse had to admit that Brandon was very cute, and the smirk was a great bonus to his looks.
'But watch him be a complete idiot.' Chanse laughed in her head.
"We will be teaching all of you every move that we use in our games, and by the end of this training Puddlemere United, minus Shirley and myself because we're training you, will make a decision and owl each and everyone of you to tell you if we want you back or not."
'Maybe not.' Chanse thought, with a smiled.
"I know that there seems like there is a lot of Chasers," everyone looked around at all the Chasers, "but there is still one more." Shirley laughed.
Chanse saw out of the corner of her eye Glory raise her hand, "Yes." Brandon smiled at Glory.
"Um...If you don't mind me asking...Where's the other Chaser?"
Everyone looked back up at Shirley and Brandon, who had an angry look across his face, "Well he's late because he needed to get a new broom for training." Shirley smiled, weakly.
Chanse could tell that Shirley thought it was wrong for this guy to get a new broom, but she wasn't going to show how she felt...But Brandon didn't care if people saw how he felt. He muttered things about the Chaser under his breath, which made Chanse slightly laugh.
"Is something wrong, Miss Potter?" Shirley asked.
"No." Chanse quickly looked down at the ground, and then back up at Brandon who was staring at her, and then flashed her a quick smile.
"We will begin tryouts bright and early tomorrow," Shirley smiled, "So I am going to read off your roommates right now...but since there's an odd number of girls which girl wouldn't mind staying with a guy?"
"I don't," Chanse smiled, "whatever's easier."
"Alright...Chanse you can choose whatever male you wouldn't mind sharing a room with."
Chanse looked around at the guys, and then stopped on Oliver who was staring at Chanse eagerly, "I choose Jonathan," Chanse looked next to her at Jonathan, who put his arm around Chanse.
"Good choice." Jonathan whispered, "But you do know I have a girlfriend right?"
"I know." Chanse smiled.
"How?"
Chanse pointed at Jonathan's bag, "Because your bag says 'I love Maria.'" Chanse smirked.
"Alright the rooms are...Glory Stephan and Allegra Moore, Alfonso Quito and Oliver Wood, Ben Carlson and Daniel Canon, Brian McCormick and Adam Wheeler, and David Hampton your roommate is the remaining Chaser, who will be here later tonight. His name is Pierre Bonavear...I hope all of you have a pleasant sleep, and Brandon and I will see you bright and early."
Chanse and Jonathan made their way back to the Puddlemere United Reserve Training House. Oliver walked up to the door and unlocked it and let it swing open. Slowly everyone filed into the house, while Oliver continued to hold the door.
Chanse started to enter the house when Oliver started to open his mouth to say something, but Chanse beat him to it, "This isn't the place Oliver." Chanse whispered to Oliver, under her breath, and then stepped into the house.
Everyone gasped with delight as they looked around the entrance hall to the house. There was a large fountain with the founder of the Puddlemere United standing in the middle holding a quaffle in one hand and a broomstick in the other.
"Welcome to Puddlemere," The statue bowed to everyone, "I am the founder of Puddlemere United, Sir Fascias Puddlemere," he bowed again, "the kitchen is to your right, the lounge is to your left and your rooms are upstairs and are properly marked with your names on them...enjoy!" The statue went back to its original position.
Everyone nodded to Sir Fascias and started up the stairs...
"Chanse?" A voice sounded from the bottom of the stairs, making some turn around but others continued up the stairs, "Can I talk to you?"
Chanse turned around, knowing who it was...Oliver. Chanse let out a sighed and started to set down her bags, when Jonathan picked them up, without saying a word, and carried them upstairs with him.
Chanse smiled at Jonathan, as a silent thank you, and then turned back to Oliver. She stared down at the tall boy that always could make her happy no matter what, but all he could do now was make her cry. "Yes Oliver?" Chanse asked from the top of the stairs.
"Do mind talking with me in the lounge, instead of talking about this matter so loudly?"
Chanse sighed, as she nodded her head, and slowly glided down the staircase and into the lounge...
Chanse and Oliver sat down across from each other in front of the fireplace, which was a blaze. "Chanse I just wanted to talk to you about..."
"Oliver," Chanse whispered, and Oliver quickly stopped talking, "what you do in your own time is not my business. All I ask of you is," Chanse stood up, casting a soft glow across her face, "is not to lead me on like that next time...If you're going to do something like that, and you knew it was going to hurt me, then don't lead me on like that." Chanse took in a deep breath and turned to walk out of the lounge.
"But Chanse..."
Oliver stood up and tried to plead with Chanse but she turned around, half- way, "I'm here for Quidditch not this. So don't." With that Chanse left the room, leaving Oliver alone with only the noise of the crackling fire, as he sat back down.
"I hurt her?" Oliver pondered aloud, as he clenched his left fist, "I hurt her." Oliver gasped, in horror of what had just sunk in...what he had done to Chanse.
Chanse made her way back up the stairs, and started going down the hallway, looking at every plaque she walked passed, looking for her name, till finally she came upon hers:
Jonathan Coyous (Beater) & Chanse Potter (Keeper)
A smile stretched across Chanse as she twisted the doorknob, and thought, 'I'm going to have to grab that before I leave.'
Chanse walked into the room, and Jonathan was already in bed and reading a piece of parchment of some kind. Chanse started walking towards Jonathan when she noticed that the parchment was really a letter.
"What's that?" Chanse asked, as she sat down next to Jonathan, who began to smile.
He looked up in Chanse's eyes, "A letter from my girlfriend," Jonathan smiled, as he wrapped his arm around Chanse's shoulder and pulled her closer to him. Chanse laid her head down on Jonathan's shoulder and took the letter from him and began to read it.
Half-way through reading it Jonathan cleared his throat and spoke, "What'd Oliver want?"
Chanse stopped reading and set the letter down on her lap. "He just wanted to know how my life had been going."
"I don't believe you," Jonathan squeezed, "but I can tell you'd rather not talk about it, so I won't ask. But I'm here for you...from the moment I met you I knew you were going to be like a little sister to me, and every minute I spend with you the more I know I was right."
Jonathan's words brought a smile onto Chanse's face. "I'm going to go to bed now, alright?" Chanse whispered.
"That's fine with me." Jonathan lightly kissed the side of Chanse's head, and took his letter back.
Chanse grabbed her pajamas out of her bag, and went and changed. After she was done she crawled into bed, and turned off her light.
The next morning the Reserve house awoke to the sound of Shirley shouting at them from downstairs...
"Hurry, hurry Reserves," Shirley shouted louder, "if you don't get down here you'll be practicing on an empty stomach."
Alfonso was the first person down the stairs, so he decided to go into the kitchen and start cooking breakfast for everyone (with the help of some magic).
Shortly after Alfonso started to set the breakfast out for everyone the guys came down the stairs and saw/smelt a delicious breakfast from the kitchen. "Thanks Shirley." Adam slurred through his mouthful of eggs.
"I didn't cook it," Shirley laughed, "Alfonso did."
"Alfonso did what?" Chanse smiled as she walked in the kitchen, "something smells good." Chanse laughed as she sat down.
"Yeah that's Alfonso's cooking." Brian smirked.
"Alfonso you need help?" Chanse asked.
"Nope I'm good." Alfonso smiled as he turned the bacon over.
"What's that smell?" Chanse sniffed in the air, "ALFONSO!" Chanse screamed as she jumped from the table, and turned off the burner, and threw the pan in the sink, and drenched it in cold water.
"I had it under control." Alfonso whined.
"You tried to do too much at once, and almost burnt down the house in the process."
"What smells like burnt food?" Allegra snapped as she walked in the kitchen.
"Alfonso..." Daniel started but Chanse cut him off.
"I burnt some of Alfonso's breakfast...it's my fault." Chanse sighed.
Everyone looked around at each other hoping someone knew why Chanse told Allegra that. "Smooth move genius," Allegra spat, "I hope you didn't burn my food." Then everyone looked at each other and knew why Chanse took the blame.
Chanse nodded to Alfonso and quickly helped him make a plate for Allegra and Glory. "Thank you." Alfonso whispered, as he tossed some bacon on the plate, and took it to Allegra.
Everyone finished eating and then headed to the Quidditch pitch...
"Now Brandon should be here any minute," Shirley shouted, as she led them all down to the pitch, "So until he arrives you may do whatever you like...as long as you stay inside the pitch."
Shirley sat on the ground and started to go over what they were going to do for that day, while Glory and Allegra started gossiping about the latest trends, while Chanse and the guys all decided to stretch (with Chanse leading the stretches).
Chanse began stretching her arms, and the guys followed, "Alfonso can I take you home with me?" She sat on the ground and began stretching her legs, again the guys followed.
"Excuse me?" Alfonso laughed.
"You're a cool guy, and you can cook like no other." Chanse gasped.
"Thanks." Alfonso turned a little pink the cheeks.
"Sorry I was late," Brandon ran into the middle of the pitch, "we have no time to waste," Brandon pulled out a clipboard, "Chanse stand over there," Brandon pointed to the right, "and Oliver stand over there," Brandon pointed to the left. "The deal is Chanse is one team and Oliver is another...when I call your name and tell you what team your on I would like you to go to that team."
Brandon looked over his clipboard, "Chanse's team is Allegra, Pierre, Adam, Brian, and Jonathan...Oliver's team is Alfonso, Ben, Daniel, Glory, and David."
"We're missing a Beater each." Chanse smirked.
"Well done Miss Potter," Brandon smiled back at her, "we decided to have a special 'treat' for you guys...Each team will receive a Puddlemere United first-string Beater. Our two Gemini's, as we like to call them...Miss London Demit and her twin brother Landon Demit."
Everyone turned as two tall people with dark hair walked out onto the pitch. When they got close up London had a deep maroon color in her hair, while her brother Landon had his hair slightly spiked, and the tips of the spikes were blonde.
"Landon go on Chanse's team...and London go on Oliver's team." Brandon waited for the twins to separate into their teams, "Now this is a regular Quidditch game. Same rules, and everything, and occasionally Shirley or myself will stop the game and talk to our team...Shirley's if Oliver's, and mine is Chanse," Brandon walked over next to Chanse, "let's begin."
Everyone took flight into the air and Oliver was in one goal while Chanse was in the other. All the Chasers and Beaters formed a circle around the Quidditch box below, and the two Seekers hovered above the Chasers and Beaters.
With one swiftly kick to the Quidditch box, the bludgers were released, along with the snitch, and then Shirley tossed the quaffle above, starting the Quidditch game...
Quickly Adam grabbed to quaffle and started to head towards Oliver's goal...Oliver blocked the shot.
The Chasers battled back and forth trying to score on the opposite Keeper, but Chanse and Oliver kept batting them back. Finally Adam managed to get a point on Oliver.
"GAMES OVER!" Shirley shouted.
Everyone stopped what they were doing, and looked around at everyone. 'The game was over?' everyone thought, 'Someone has to catch the snitch first.'
Everyone landed and Alfonso uncurled his fingers, and revealed the tiny golden ball lying in his palm.
"Oliver's team wins!" Shirley laughed, "Now everyone hit the showers...except you Chanse, I want to have a word with you."
At first, everyone stood there and stared at Chanse, and then finally filed to the showers.
"Chanse that was a nice job you did up there," Shirley smiled.
"Thanks."
"But you could have done better."
"What?" Chanse gasped.
"You could have done better." Shirley repeated, "You SHOULD have done better."
"I stopped every quaffle though!"
"But there was times when you almost didn't," Shirley started walking away.
"But I still stopped them."
"Don't argue with me...hit the showers!" Shirley barked, as she left the stadium.
Chanse stood there, alone, in the middle of the stadium completely dumbfounded at the statement that Shirley had just made. 'You could have done better...you should have done better, played over and over in Chanse's mind, as she made her way back to the girl's locker room.
'A nice long hot shower is what I need.' Chanse thought as she stripped off her clothes and walked into the shower. She slid down to the cold wet tile, which was slowly warming to the heat of the water. It rhythmically beat against Chanse's sweaty skin, as she just felt like she was going to die.
Quidditch had become such a big part of her life, which she put her whole heart and soul into the sport, and Shirley telling her 'she could and should have done better' broke her heart and soul.
"Come on Chanse!" Jonathan screamed from outside, "I'm going to walk ahead...Just catch up."
"Ok!" Chanse shouted back as she shut off the water, and wrapped a towel around her body.
She quickly dried off, and then put on some clean clothes, and ran outside.
Chanse started to run out of the locker room when someone grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
Chanse became face-to-face with Oliver, "Chanse can I talk to you?" Oliver whispered his plead, "This kind of thing can't wait."
"Come to my room at eight o'clock tonight, and we'll talk then...alright?" Chanse whispered.
"Thank you." Oliver slid his hand down Chanse's arm, as he let her go.
Chanse stood there for a couple more seconds and then she blinked her eyes, and turned and ran after Jonathan. "What were you doing?"
"I was deciding whether not to drown myself, because I could have done better out there." Chanse moaned.
"Chanse nothing got passed you though." Jonathan gasped.
"It's everyone's fault we lost." A voice from behind hissed. Chanse and Jonathan turned around to face Allegra who had a hatred look across her face. "If everyone had done a better job of staying as a team, maybe I would have been able to catch the snitch."
"Allegra, do you mind?" Jonathan smirked, and Allegra's mouth dropped open, and then she flung her nose in the air and stormed off back to the house.
"She's right you know." Chanse whispered.
"Even the most perfect team couldn't have helped her get the snitch," Jonathan laughed, "she just plain...sucks! She thinks of Quidditch as a way to make more boys like her. But the sad part of that is they only like her cause of her looks, and then when they actually meet her they hate her."
"Do you mind if I have the room to myself, to talk with Oliver tonight, around eight?"
"Go ahead."
"Thanks."
"Oliver?" Chanse gasped, as she watched Oliver Wood throw his bags down next the giant pile of bags.
"You know him?" Jonathan asked.
"Yeah." Chanse whispered, not moving her eyes off of Oliver, until his eyes glanced up at Chanse.
"Chanse..." Oliver started to say but was quickly interrupted by two people landing on ground.
Chanse looked at the two people that had landed. One was a woman and one was a man, but both were dressed in Puddlemere United Quidditch robes. The woman was short with wavy dirty blonde hair. While the man was complete opposite of her. He was very tall with short, slightly spiked, deep brown hair, which was slightly tipped red.
"Hello all." The women had a deep Australian accent, "I'm Shirley Loncore...Puddlemere United's forward Chaser."
"And I'm Brandon Rosedale...Puddlemere United's Keeper slash Captain."
"Well we are all of your teachers," Brandon smirked, and Chanse could hear Glory slightly sigh at the sight of his smirk. Chanse had to admit that Brandon was very cute, and the smirk was a great bonus to his looks.
'But watch him be a complete idiot.' Chanse laughed in her head.
"We will be teaching all of you every move that we use in our games, and by the end of this training Puddlemere United, minus Shirley and myself because we're training you, will make a decision and owl each and everyone of you to tell you if we want you back or not."
'Maybe not.' Chanse thought, with a smiled.
"I know that there seems like there is a lot of Chasers," everyone looked around at all the Chasers, "but there is still one more." Shirley laughed.
Chanse saw out of the corner of her eye Glory raise her hand, "Yes." Brandon smiled at Glory.
"Um...If you don't mind me asking...Where's the other Chaser?"
Everyone looked back up at Shirley and Brandon, who had an angry look across his face, "Well he's late because he needed to get a new broom for training." Shirley smiled, weakly.
Chanse could tell that Shirley thought it was wrong for this guy to get a new broom, but she wasn't going to show how she felt...But Brandon didn't care if people saw how he felt. He muttered things about the Chaser under his breath, which made Chanse slightly laugh.
"Is something wrong, Miss Potter?" Shirley asked.
"No." Chanse quickly looked down at the ground, and then back up at Brandon who was staring at her, and then flashed her a quick smile.
"We will begin tryouts bright and early tomorrow," Shirley smiled, "So I am going to read off your roommates right now...but since there's an odd number of girls which girl wouldn't mind staying with a guy?"
"I don't," Chanse smiled, "whatever's easier."
"Alright...Chanse you can choose whatever male you wouldn't mind sharing a room with."
Chanse looked around at the guys, and then stopped on Oliver who was staring at Chanse eagerly, "I choose Jonathan," Chanse looked next to her at Jonathan, who put his arm around Chanse.
"Good choice." Jonathan whispered, "But you do know I have a girlfriend right?"
"I know." Chanse smiled.
"How?"
Chanse pointed at Jonathan's bag, "Because your bag says 'I love Maria.'" Chanse smirked.
"Alright the rooms are...Glory Stephan and Allegra Moore, Alfonso Quito and Oliver Wood, Ben Carlson and Daniel Canon, Brian McCormick and Adam Wheeler, and David Hampton your roommate is the remaining Chaser, who will be here later tonight. His name is Pierre Bonavear...I hope all of you have a pleasant sleep, and Brandon and I will see you bright and early."
Chanse and Jonathan made their way back to the Puddlemere United Reserve Training House. Oliver walked up to the door and unlocked it and let it swing open. Slowly everyone filed into the house, while Oliver continued to hold the door.
Chanse started to enter the house when Oliver started to open his mouth to say something, but Chanse beat him to it, "This isn't the place Oliver." Chanse whispered to Oliver, under her breath, and then stepped into the house.
Everyone gasped with delight as they looked around the entrance hall to the house. There was a large fountain with the founder of the Puddlemere United standing in the middle holding a quaffle in one hand and a broomstick in the other.
"Welcome to Puddlemere," The statue bowed to everyone, "I am the founder of Puddlemere United, Sir Fascias Puddlemere," he bowed again, "the kitchen is to your right, the lounge is to your left and your rooms are upstairs and are properly marked with your names on them...enjoy!" The statue went back to its original position.
Everyone nodded to Sir Fascias and started up the stairs...
"Chanse?" A voice sounded from the bottom of the stairs, making some turn around but others continued up the stairs, "Can I talk to you?"
Chanse turned around, knowing who it was...Oliver. Chanse let out a sighed and started to set down her bags, when Jonathan picked them up, without saying a word, and carried them upstairs with him.
Chanse smiled at Jonathan, as a silent thank you, and then turned back to Oliver. She stared down at the tall boy that always could make her happy no matter what, but all he could do now was make her cry. "Yes Oliver?" Chanse asked from the top of the stairs.
"Do mind talking with me in the lounge, instead of talking about this matter so loudly?"
Chanse sighed, as she nodded her head, and slowly glided down the staircase and into the lounge...
Chanse and Oliver sat down across from each other in front of the fireplace, which was a blaze. "Chanse I just wanted to talk to you about..."
"Oliver," Chanse whispered, and Oliver quickly stopped talking, "what you do in your own time is not my business. All I ask of you is," Chanse stood up, casting a soft glow across her face, "is not to lead me on like that next time...If you're going to do something like that, and you knew it was going to hurt me, then don't lead me on like that." Chanse took in a deep breath and turned to walk out of the lounge.
"But Chanse..."
Oliver stood up and tried to plead with Chanse but she turned around, half- way, "I'm here for Quidditch not this. So don't." With that Chanse left the room, leaving Oliver alone with only the noise of the crackling fire, as he sat back down.
"I hurt her?" Oliver pondered aloud, as he clenched his left fist, "I hurt her." Oliver gasped, in horror of what had just sunk in...what he had done to Chanse.
Chanse made her way back up the stairs, and started going down the hallway, looking at every plaque she walked passed, looking for her name, till finally she came upon hers:
Jonathan Coyous (Beater) & Chanse Potter (Keeper)
A smile stretched across Chanse as she twisted the doorknob, and thought, 'I'm going to have to grab that before I leave.'
Chanse walked into the room, and Jonathan was already in bed and reading a piece of parchment of some kind. Chanse started walking towards Jonathan when she noticed that the parchment was really a letter.
"What's that?" Chanse asked, as she sat down next to Jonathan, who began to smile.
He looked up in Chanse's eyes, "A letter from my girlfriend," Jonathan smiled, as he wrapped his arm around Chanse's shoulder and pulled her closer to him. Chanse laid her head down on Jonathan's shoulder and took the letter from him and began to read it.
Half-way through reading it Jonathan cleared his throat and spoke, "What'd Oliver want?"
Chanse stopped reading and set the letter down on her lap. "He just wanted to know how my life had been going."
"I don't believe you," Jonathan squeezed, "but I can tell you'd rather not talk about it, so I won't ask. But I'm here for you...from the moment I met you I knew you were going to be like a little sister to me, and every minute I spend with you the more I know I was right."
Jonathan's words brought a smile onto Chanse's face. "I'm going to go to bed now, alright?" Chanse whispered.
"That's fine with me." Jonathan lightly kissed the side of Chanse's head, and took his letter back.
Chanse grabbed her pajamas out of her bag, and went and changed. After she was done she crawled into bed, and turned off her light.
The next morning the Reserve house awoke to the sound of Shirley shouting at them from downstairs...
"Hurry, hurry Reserves," Shirley shouted louder, "if you don't get down here you'll be practicing on an empty stomach."
Alfonso was the first person down the stairs, so he decided to go into the kitchen and start cooking breakfast for everyone (with the help of some magic).
Shortly after Alfonso started to set the breakfast out for everyone the guys came down the stairs and saw/smelt a delicious breakfast from the kitchen. "Thanks Shirley." Adam slurred through his mouthful of eggs.
"I didn't cook it," Shirley laughed, "Alfonso did."
"Alfonso did what?" Chanse smiled as she walked in the kitchen, "something smells good." Chanse laughed as she sat down.
"Yeah that's Alfonso's cooking." Brian smirked.
"Alfonso you need help?" Chanse asked.
"Nope I'm good." Alfonso smiled as he turned the bacon over.
"What's that smell?" Chanse sniffed in the air, "ALFONSO!" Chanse screamed as she jumped from the table, and turned off the burner, and threw the pan in the sink, and drenched it in cold water.
"I had it under control." Alfonso whined.
"You tried to do too much at once, and almost burnt down the house in the process."
"What smells like burnt food?" Allegra snapped as she walked in the kitchen.
"Alfonso..." Daniel started but Chanse cut him off.
"I burnt some of Alfonso's breakfast...it's my fault." Chanse sighed.
Everyone looked around at each other hoping someone knew why Chanse told Allegra that. "Smooth move genius," Allegra spat, "I hope you didn't burn my food." Then everyone looked at each other and knew why Chanse took the blame.
Chanse nodded to Alfonso and quickly helped him make a plate for Allegra and Glory. "Thank you." Alfonso whispered, as he tossed some bacon on the plate, and took it to Allegra.
Everyone finished eating and then headed to the Quidditch pitch...
"Now Brandon should be here any minute," Shirley shouted, as she led them all down to the pitch, "So until he arrives you may do whatever you like...as long as you stay inside the pitch."
Shirley sat on the ground and started to go over what they were going to do for that day, while Glory and Allegra started gossiping about the latest trends, while Chanse and the guys all decided to stretch (with Chanse leading the stretches).
Chanse began stretching her arms, and the guys followed, "Alfonso can I take you home with me?" She sat on the ground and began stretching her legs, again the guys followed.
"Excuse me?" Alfonso laughed.
"You're a cool guy, and you can cook like no other." Chanse gasped.
"Thanks." Alfonso turned a little pink the cheeks.
"Sorry I was late," Brandon ran into the middle of the pitch, "we have no time to waste," Brandon pulled out a clipboard, "Chanse stand over there," Brandon pointed to the right, "and Oliver stand over there," Brandon pointed to the left. "The deal is Chanse is one team and Oliver is another...when I call your name and tell you what team your on I would like you to go to that team."
Brandon looked over his clipboard, "Chanse's team is Allegra, Pierre, Adam, Brian, and Jonathan...Oliver's team is Alfonso, Ben, Daniel, Glory, and David."
"We're missing a Beater each." Chanse smirked.
"Well done Miss Potter," Brandon smiled back at her, "we decided to have a special 'treat' for you guys...Each team will receive a Puddlemere United first-string Beater. Our two Gemini's, as we like to call them...Miss London Demit and her twin brother Landon Demit."
Everyone turned as two tall people with dark hair walked out onto the pitch. When they got close up London had a deep maroon color in her hair, while her brother Landon had his hair slightly spiked, and the tips of the spikes were blonde.
"Landon go on Chanse's team...and London go on Oliver's team." Brandon waited for the twins to separate into their teams, "Now this is a regular Quidditch game. Same rules, and everything, and occasionally Shirley or myself will stop the game and talk to our team...Shirley's if Oliver's, and mine is Chanse," Brandon walked over next to Chanse, "let's begin."
Everyone took flight into the air and Oliver was in one goal while Chanse was in the other. All the Chasers and Beaters formed a circle around the Quidditch box below, and the two Seekers hovered above the Chasers and Beaters.
With one swiftly kick to the Quidditch box, the bludgers were released, along with the snitch, and then Shirley tossed the quaffle above, starting the Quidditch game...
Quickly Adam grabbed to quaffle and started to head towards Oliver's goal...Oliver blocked the shot.
The Chasers battled back and forth trying to score on the opposite Keeper, but Chanse and Oliver kept batting them back. Finally Adam managed to get a point on Oliver.
"GAMES OVER!" Shirley shouted.
Everyone stopped what they were doing, and looked around at everyone. 'The game was over?' everyone thought, 'Someone has to catch the snitch first.'
Everyone landed and Alfonso uncurled his fingers, and revealed the tiny golden ball lying in his palm.
"Oliver's team wins!" Shirley laughed, "Now everyone hit the showers...except you Chanse, I want to have a word with you."
At first, everyone stood there and stared at Chanse, and then finally filed to the showers.
"Chanse that was a nice job you did up there," Shirley smiled.
"Thanks."
"But you could have done better."
"What?" Chanse gasped.
"You could have done better." Shirley repeated, "You SHOULD have done better."
"I stopped every quaffle though!"
"But there was times when you almost didn't," Shirley started walking away.
"But I still stopped them."
"Don't argue with me...hit the showers!" Shirley barked, as she left the stadium.
Chanse stood there, alone, in the middle of the stadium completely dumbfounded at the statement that Shirley had just made. 'You could have done better...you should have done better, played over and over in Chanse's mind, as she made her way back to the girl's locker room.
'A nice long hot shower is what I need.' Chanse thought as she stripped off her clothes and walked into the shower. She slid down to the cold wet tile, which was slowly warming to the heat of the water. It rhythmically beat against Chanse's sweaty skin, as she just felt like she was going to die.
Quidditch had become such a big part of her life, which she put her whole heart and soul into the sport, and Shirley telling her 'she could and should have done better' broke her heart and soul.
"Come on Chanse!" Jonathan screamed from outside, "I'm going to walk ahead...Just catch up."
"Ok!" Chanse shouted back as she shut off the water, and wrapped a towel around her body.
She quickly dried off, and then put on some clean clothes, and ran outside.
Chanse started to run out of the locker room when someone grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
Chanse became face-to-face with Oliver, "Chanse can I talk to you?" Oliver whispered his plead, "This kind of thing can't wait."
"Come to my room at eight o'clock tonight, and we'll talk then...alright?" Chanse whispered.
"Thank you." Oliver slid his hand down Chanse's arm, as he let her go.
Chanse stood there for a couple more seconds and then she blinked her eyes, and turned and ran after Jonathan. "What were you doing?"
"I was deciding whether not to drown myself, because I could have done better out there." Chanse moaned.
"Chanse nothing got passed you though." Jonathan gasped.
"It's everyone's fault we lost." A voice from behind hissed. Chanse and Jonathan turned around to face Allegra who had a hatred look across her face. "If everyone had done a better job of staying as a team, maybe I would have been able to catch the snitch."
"Allegra, do you mind?" Jonathan smirked, and Allegra's mouth dropped open, and then she flung her nose in the air and stormed off back to the house.
"She's right you know." Chanse whispered.
"Even the most perfect team couldn't have helped her get the snitch," Jonathan laughed, "she just plain...sucks! She thinks of Quidditch as a way to make more boys like her. But the sad part of that is they only like her cause of her looks, and then when they actually meet her they hate her."
"Do you mind if I have the room to myself, to talk with Oliver tonight, around eight?"
"Go ahead."
"Thanks."