Chapter 13: Last Day
The week pasted, and Oliver stayed away from Chanse, and they both said very little to each other. They learned Puddlemere's plays, and many other things having to do with Puddlemere. But finally it came time to say good- bye to Puddlemere, for training was now over.
"It was so great having all of you here to train with us," Shirley smiled, "I know that I had so much fun with all of you."
"And I did too." Brandon interrupted.
"But it's now Friday, meaning that your training is now over," Shirley sighed, "so all that you have to do now is wait for your letters." She smiled, "Everyone will receive a letter, and it will either say that we wish to sign you, or that we were happy to train you."
"That kind of letter then is followed by a list of teams that we think you would be good in." Brandon smiled.
Shirley pulled a pocket-watch out of her coat pocket and checked it, "Oh my goodness," she gasped, "In order to make it to the train station in time to get the Salem and Brazil students back, we need to leave for the station...NOW!"
Everyone ran over to their bags, and picked them up, and heaved them over to the car. They all loaded their bags in, and within minutes, of getting in the car, they were off, headed towards the train station.
When they arrived Shirley and Brandon got everyone checked into the train station.
"Alright," Shirley huffed, as she handed out the train tickets to everyone, "Salem Witches and Brazilian School students are the first to leave, and then next is the Beauxbatons students, then Hogwarts and Norse Magical, then the last ones to leave are the Durmstrang students."
Everyone made there way through the train station towards the train that the Salem Witches and Brazilian School students were to be on. They dashed through the crowds as fast as they could, without knocking anyone down.
"We made it!" Alfonso panted.
"Barely," Shirley hissed, "you, Daniel, and Brian need to check your bags, and board."
Alfonso, Daniel, and Brian nodded their heads and disappeared into the sea of people and creatures.
A few moments later, Alfonso, Daniel, and Brian reappeared to say their last good-byes before the boarded the train.
Chanse watched as the giant white train pulled out of the train station and slowly lifted into the air, and disappeared into the clouds. "What in Merlin's name?!" Chanse gasped.
"Never seen a flying train before, have you?" Jonathan teased.
"NO!" Chanse shouted.
"That's what wizardry folk use to travel by air, instead of airplanes...much safer."
"But how?" Chanse squeaked, 'How could a giant train flying in the sky be much safer then a small airplane flying in the sky?' Chanse thought, "Oh never mind." Chanse sighed.
"Well who's next?" Shirley asked as she looked over her list, "Beauxbatons." She smiled, "and your train leaves in thirty minutes, and it's at what station?"
"Twenty three Miss Shirley." Allegra smiled.
"Kiss up." Jonathan whispered to Chanse, making her laugh.
"No shit." Chanse softly laughed.
"Well twenty three is on the other end of the platform, for you best be going."
Shirley and Brandon led the students, slowly, down to the other end of the platform and made it with time to spare.
"So do you think you'll be called back?" Glory asked Allegra.
"Oh I know I will." She smugly commented.
"Oh I know she won't." Chanse smirked to Jonathan.
"Excuse me?" She scoffed at Chanse, "What'd you say?"
"With an attitude like yours Puddlemere won't ask you back." Chanse smirked.
"Oh really?"
"Yes really."
Jonathan, Adam, Ben, Pierre, Oliver, and Glory all looked at each other. "You think they'll fight?" Glory asked Ben.
"I don't know." Ben shrugged.
"If they do, I bet Chanse will win." Adam laughed, and then they all turned and looked back at Allegra and Chanse.
"Allegra, Ben, Pierre, time to check your bags." Brandon chimed, quickly, as he saw the anger in, both Chanse and Allegra.
"Lucky Brandon did that." Allegra smirked, as she walked past Chanse bumping her shoulder.
Allegra, Pierre, and Ben boarded their giant blue train, and then, in minutes, it pulled away from the train station.
"Who's next?" Brandon asked Shirley
"Hogwarts and Norse Magical." Shirley nodded, "at platform four." She smiled, as she led the group towards platform four.
"Why didn't you fight her?" Adam whispered to Chanse, as they walked towards the platform.
"Trust me...on normal circumstances I would have."
"Then why didn't you?" Adam laughed.
"Because if I had, Shirley would have gone back to Puddlemere and been like 'Chanse hit Allegra' just because Shirley hates me," Chanse rolled her eyes, "but I'm happy that she's not judging whose in and whose out." Chanse laughed.
"She doesn't hate you." Glory smiled.
"Yeah she does." Chanse gasped, "Have you seen her with me during practices?"
"Yeah she does." Jonathan laughed, "She's always telling Chanse she could do better."
They arrived at the platform with enough time to check their bags, and socialize with everyone before Chanse, Jonathan, and Glory had to board the train.
"I think we should check our bags now and then socialize." Jonathan stated.
"Good idea." Chanse and Glory said at the same time.
The three students walked down to the train manager. "I'd like to check these bags for Hogwarts please." Chanse smiled.
"Alrighty." The train manager smiled, as he loaded Chanse's bags.
"And our bags are for Norse Magical Academy." Jonathan smiled.
"Alrighty." The train manger loaded Jonathan and Glory's bags onto the train, "Anything else?"
"Nope." Chanse smirked.
Chanse, Jonathan, and Glory all walked back over to Brandon, Shirley, Oliver, and Adam.
Chanse set down her carry-on bag, and searched through it until she came upon Brandon's Quidditch cloak. "Here." Chanse smiled, as she handed Brandon back his cloak.
"Keep it." Brandon smirked,
"I can't keep this." Chanse gasped.
"Sure you can." Brandon laughed, "Just stick it back in your bag and then..."
"No it's yours."
"I have a spare."
"You three better board now, so you can get good seats." Shirley stated, "Chanse I would like to speak to you, right now."
"But..." Chanse tried to plead, so that she could argue with Brandon some more.
"NOW!" Shirley barked.
"Alright," Chanse sighed, "I'm not finished with you." Chanse pointed at Brandon.
"Chanse I wanted to apologize," Shirley sighed, "for working you so hard."
"It's alright." Chanse smiled, as she thought, 'Damn right you should be apologizing.'
"I only did it because I saw something inside you. So I tried my hardest to bring it out, that you would definitely be in Puddlemere."
Chanse smiled at Shirley, "Understandable...apology accepted." Chanse laughed.
"Well you better get on that train." Shirley smiled.
"Alright." Chanse smiled, as she hugged Shirley.
Chanse turned around and Brandon was standing directly behind her, "Don't do that!" Chanse shouted, as she clenched her shirt, "You scared me!"
"Sorry I didn't mean to," Brandon whispered, "I brought you back your bag...and I'll keep the cloak."
"Thank you."
Brandon leaned in and kissed the side of Chanse's cheek, and then pulled away, "No thank you."
"What was that for?" Chanse gasped, as she held her bag in her hands.
"For everything."
"Like?"
"You better get on the train." Brandon smiled.
"Oh no, that's not fair, you have to tell me!" Chanse shouted, trying to shout over the sound of the train's whistle. She stepped onto the train and turned to Brandon, "You can't just kiss my cheek and not tell me!" She shouted loud enough for the people around her to hear her voice...even Oliver.
"You have to wait to see!" Brandon smiled, as he stepped away form the train.
"Fine!" Chanse sulked as she walked inside the train.
She walked down the isles of the train till she came onto the compartment that Glory and Jonathan had picked out. "Hey strangers." Chanse laughed, as she sat down next to the window and Jonathan.
"Hey yourself." Jonathan smiled.
"Hello." Glory smiled.
"Hey Chanse what are you doing when you get back to Hogsmeade?" Jonathan questioned.
"Either my friends or my brother is going to pick me up...maybe even both of them." Chanse smiled, "Why?"
"Well Glory and I have a lay-over in Hogsmeade and I was wondering iif you would like to join us for some Butterbeers at The Three Broomsticks?"
"I don't know." Chanse sighed.
"Butterbeers on me?" Jonathan smirked.
"I'm in then." Chanse laughed.
Chanse slowly opened her carry-on and looked inside for something to cover herself with. Midway down the bag she found a rolled up piece of clothing. She slowly pulled it out and let it unroll, revealing Brandon's Quidditch cloak.
Chanse quickly looked out the window at Brandon, who was standing there smiling at her. She couldn't help but smile back at him.
The train finally pulled away and Chanse draped the cloak over her body, and closed her eyes, sending her body into a calming sleep.
The week pasted, and Oliver stayed away from Chanse, and they both said very little to each other. They learned Puddlemere's plays, and many other things having to do with Puddlemere. But finally it came time to say good- bye to Puddlemere, for training was now over.
"It was so great having all of you here to train with us," Shirley smiled, "I know that I had so much fun with all of you."
"And I did too." Brandon interrupted.
"But it's now Friday, meaning that your training is now over," Shirley sighed, "so all that you have to do now is wait for your letters." She smiled, "Everyone will receive a letter, and it will either say that we wish to sign you, or that we were happy to train you."
"That kind of letter then is followed by a list of teams that we think you would be good in." Brandon smiled.
Shirley pulled a pocket-watch out of her coat pocket and checked it, "Oh my goodness," she gasped, "In order to make it to the train station in time to get the Salem and Brazil students back, we need to leave for the station...NOW!"
Everyone ran over to their bags, and picked them up, and heaved them over to the car. They all loaded their bags in, and within minutes, of getting in the car, they were off, headed towards the train station.
When they arrived Shirley and Brandon got everyone checked into the train station.
"Alright," Shirley huffed, as she handed out the train tickets to everyone, "Salem Witches and Brazilian School students are the first to leave, and then next is the Beauxbatons students, then Hogwarts and Norse Magical, then the last ones to leave are the Durmstrang students."
Everyone made there way through the train station towards the train that the Salem Witches and Brazilian School students were to be on. They dashed through the crowds as fast as they could, without knocking anyone down.
"We made it!" Alfonso panted.
"Barely," Shirley hissed, "you, Daniel, and Brian need to check your bags, and board."
Alfonso, Daniel, and Brian nodded their heads and disappeared into the sea of people and creatures.
A few moments later, Alfonso, Daniel, and Brian reappeared to say their last good-byes before the boarded the train.
Chanse watched as the giant white train pulled out of the train station and slowly lifted into the air, and disappeared into the clouds. "What in Merlin's name?!" Chanse gasped.
"Never seen a flying train before, have you?" Jonathan teased.
"NO!" Chanse shouted.
"That's what wizardry folk use to travel by air, instead of airplanes...much safer."
"But how?" Chanse squeaked, 'How could a giant train flying in the sky be much safer then a small airplane flying in the sky?' Chanse thought, "Oh never mind." Chanse sighed.
"Well who's next?" Shirley asked as she looked over her list, "Beauxbatons." She smiled, "and your train leaves in thirty minutes, and it's at what station?"
"Twenty three Miss Shirley." Allegra smiled.
"Kiss up." Jonathan whispered to Chanse, making her laugh.
"No shit." Chanse softly laughed.
"Well twenty three is on the other end of the platform, for you best be going."
Shirley and Brandon led the students, slowly, down to the other end of the platform and made it with time to spare.
"So do you think you'll be called back?" Glory asked Allegra.
"Oh I know I will." She smugly commented.
"Oh I know she won't." Chanse smirked to Jonathan.
"Excuse me?" She scoffed at Chanse, "What'd you say?"
"With an attitude like yours Puddlemere won't ask you back." Chanse smirked.
"Oh really?"
"Yes really."
Jonathan, Adam, Ben, Pierre, Oliver, and Glory all looked at each other. "You think they'll fight?" Glory asked Ben.
"I don't know." Ben shrugged.
"If they do, I bet Chanse will win." Adam laughed, and then they all turned and looked back at Allegra and Chanse.
"Allegra, Ben, Pierre, time to check your bags." Brandon chimed, quickly, as he saw the anger in, both Chanse and Allegra.
"Lucky Brandon did that." Allegra smirked, as she walked past Chanse bumping her shoulder.
Allegra, Pierre, and Ben boarded their giant blue train, and then, in minutes, it pulled away from the train station.
"Who's next?" Brandon asked Shirley
"Hogwarts and Norse Magical." Shirley nodded, "at platform four." She smiled, as she led the group towards platform four.
"Why didn't you fight her?" Adam whispered to Chanse, as they walked towards the platform.
"Trust me...on normal circumstances I would have."
"Then why didn't you?" Adam laughed.
"Because if I had, Shirley would have gone back to Puddlemere and been like 'Chanse hit Allegra' just because Shirley hates me," Chanse rolled her eyes, "but I'm happy that she's not judging whose in and whose out." Chanse laughed.
"She doesn't hate you." Glory smiled.
"Yeah she does." Chanse gasped, "Have you seen her with me during practices?"
"Yeah she does." Jonathan laughed, "She's always telling Chanse she could do better."
They arrived at the platform with enough time to check their bags, and socialize with everyone before Chanse, Jonathan, and Glory had to board the train.
"I think we should check our bags now and then socialize." Jonathan stated.
"Good idea." Chanse and Glory said at the same time.
The three students walked down to the train manager. "I'd like to check these bags for Hogwarts please." Chanse smiled.
"Alrighty." The train manager smiled, as he loaded Chanse's bags.
"And our bags are for Norse Magical Academy." Jonathan smiled.
"Alrighty." The train manger loaded Jonathan and Glory's bags onto the train, "Anything else?"
"Nope." Chanse smirked.
Chanse, Jonathan, and Glory all walked back over to Brandon, Shirley, Oliver, and Adam.
Chanse set down her carry-on bag, and searched through it until she came upon Brandon's Quidditch cloak. "Here." Chanse smiled, as she handed Brandon back his cloak.
"Keep it." Brandon smirked,
"I can't keep this." Chanse gasped.
"Sure you can." Brandon laughed, "Just stick it back in your bag and then..."
"No it's yours."
"I have a spare."
"You three better board now, so you can get good seats." Shirley stated, "Chanse I would like to speak to you, right now."
"But..." Chanse tried to plead, so that she could argue with Brandon some more.
"NOW!" Shirley barked.
"Alright," Chanse sighed, "I'm not finished with you." Chanse pointed at Brandon.
"Chanse I wanted to apologize," Shirley sighed, "for working you so hard."
"It's alright." Chanse smiled, as she thought, 'Damn right you should be apologizing.'
"I only did it because I saw something inside you. So I tried my hardest to bring it out, that you would definitely be in Puddlemere."
Chanse smiled at Shirley, "Understandable...apology accepted." Chanse laughed.
"Well you better get on that train." Shirley smiled.
"Alright." Chanse smiled, as she hugged Shirley.
Chanse turned around and Brandon was standing directly behind her, "Don't do that!" Chanse shouted, as she clenched her shirt, "You scared me!"
"Sorry I didn't mean to," Brandon whispered, "I brought you back your bag...and I'll keep the cloak."
"Thank you."
Brandon leaned in and kissed the side of Chanse's cheek, and then pulled away, "No thank you."
"What was that for?" Chanse gasped, as she held her bag in her hands.
"For everything."
"Like?"
"You better get on the train." Brandon smiled.
"Oh no, that's not fair, you have to tell me!" Chanse shouted, trying to shout over the sound of the train's whistle. She stepped onto the train and turned to Brandon, "You can't just kiss my cheek and not tell me!" She shouted loud enough for the people around her to hear her voice...even Oliver.
"You have to wait to see!" Brandon smiled, as he stepped away form the train.
"Fine!" Chanse sulked as she walked inside the train.
She walked down the isles of the train till she came onto the compartment that Glory and Jonathan had picked out. "Hey strangers." Chanse laughed, as she sat down next to the window and Jonathan.
"Hey yourself." Jonathan smiled.
"Hello." Glory smiled.
"Hey Chanse what are you doing when you get back to Hogsmeade?" Jonathan questioned.
"Either my friends or my brother is going to pick me up...maybe even both of them." Chanse smiled, "Why?"
"Well Glory and I have a lay-over in Hogsmeade and I was wondering iif you would like to join us for some Butterbeers at The Three Broomsticks?"
"I don't know." Chanse sighed.
"Butterbeers on me?" Jonathan smirked.
"I'm in then." Chanse laughed.
Chanse slowly opened her carry-on and looked inside for something to cover herself with. Midway down the bag she found a rolled up piece of clothing. She slowly pulled it out and let it unroll, revealing Brandon's Quidditch cloak.
Chanse quickly looked out the window at Brandon, who was standing there smiling at her. She couldn't help but smile back at him.
The train finally pulled away and Chanse draped the cloak over her body, and closed her eyes, sending her body into a calming sleep.