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Chapter 15: Can't Wait
"Well what's it say?" Angelina squealed with delight.
"I don't know," Chanse smiled uncontrollably, "I have to open it."
"Well then...OPEN IT!" Hermione shouted.
"Ok...ok," Chanse laughed as she slide the envelope open, and pulled out the letter, "I'm nervous," Chanse whispered.
"Here," Cho snatched the letter out of Chanse's hands and began to read:
Dear Chanse Potter,
We are happy to announce that we have accepted you as a Reserve for Puddlemere United!
Chanse screamed with excitement, has Hermione and Angelina engulfed her in a huge hug.
"Wait there's more!" Cho laughed, as she read the rest:
We would like to ask you to please return to Puddletown by next Saturday? Please owl us if you can't make your train. If for some reason you can't make your train, we will reschedule your trip, but we do need you, no later then a week from Friday!
Well we congratulate you, and enclosed are your train tickets for Puddletown, and the information that you are allowed to bring as many people as you like to your signing.
Signed,
Reilly T. Kane
Puddlemere United Manager
AND...
Baron Von Luedonwig
Puddlemere United Head Scout
"That's all that's written." Cho smiled, as she checked the back, "Yup that's it."
The four girls all sat on the one bed, and looked around at each other in a weird silence, as a smile grew across each one of their faces. "Oh...Merlin!" Hermione said very calmly, setting all the girls off in a screaming frenzy has they all hugged each other, wildly.
After all the girls calmed down, and all had read the letter, they began to talk in complete sentences, without screaming evertime they mentioned Chanse's name, or Puddlemere. "So you should go tell Dumbledore about this." Cho stated.
"Why?"
"Because next Friday we started O.W.L.S.," Hermione noted, "and those last till that Sunday..."
"Meaning you would be missing two days of O.W.L.S.," Angelina nodded, and Chanse started to open her mouth, but Angelina cut her off, "which you can't do." Chanse shut her mouth.
"Alright," Chanse shrugged, "I'll go talk to him...but right now we have something much bigger then that on our plates."
"What?" Hermione questioned.
"Like trying to find a way to get Cho out of my room, without anyone noticing, especially the Head Kids."
"Too late." A voiced hissed from the doorway.
All four girls turned around and saw Katie Bell standing in the doorway, "I should technically take you all to the Headmaster, and suspend you from your Quidditch teams." Angelina, Chanse, and Cho gasped, "But since I was, once, a Quidditch player myself, I know what it would feel like to be taken off of a sport you love, so I won't take you off the teams."
Angelina, Cho, and Chanse all looked around at each other sighed with relief, 'Thank Merlin she's not taking us off the teams.' Chanse thought.
"But you still will all be punished...Cho mostly," Cho's mouth dropped open, and Katie stepped forward, "because this is not your house."
Chanse stood up, "It's my fault she's in here."
Katie huffed at the idea, and then walked over to Chanse and stood right in Chanse's face, "And how, exactly, is it your fault?" she spat.
"I told Cho to come up here with me, and then I let her in the house."
"Well that's noble of you to do that for a friend," Katie nodded, "so Cho won't get punished has harshly as I was going to punish her...but she's still getting a worse one then Angelina and Hermione!" Katie barked.
'Well I tried.' Chanse sighed in her head.
"All of you will be serving detention next week," Katie pulled out a small pad of paper, and a quill, "Angelina," Katie scribbled on a piece of paper, "you will be serving detention with Filch, by polishing the silver in the trophy room," Angelina shrugged her shoulders, "without magic," Angelina mouthed dropped open.
"But..."
"Miss Johnson I advice you not to say anything more, unless you want something different from the detention I gave you."
"I'm good." Angelina quickly shut up, as she took the paper.
"Miss Granger, you too will be serving you detention with Filch, by polishing the trophy, without magic, too." Katie ripped the paper off, and handed it to Hermione, "You two report to him tonight...And if anyone asks you two why you have a detention just tell them Percy caught you over in the boys dormitories, and turned you over to me."
"Thank you Katie." Angelina whispered.
"Now as for you two," Katie looked at Cho and Chanse, "you will be serving detention with...with," Katie thought, "with Professor Snape," Cho and Chanse's mouths dropped open, "and your punishment will be...actually I'll let Professor Snape decided what it is."
Cho opened her mouth to protest that idea, but Chanse quickly shot Cho a glance, and Cho shut her mouth, "and just tell Professor that you two were...I don't know make up something believable."
"Thank you Katie, for doing this for us." Hermione whispered, as Katie left the room.
"It's Miss Bell, Miss Granger." Katie spat as she shut the door.
"Well then." Hermione huffed.
"Just ignore her," Angelina sighed, "She's doing us a favor."
"And she's on a power trip." Cho laughed.
"But Cho I think our best bet is to just let you take my invisibility cloak, and let you fly back over to Ravenclaw," Chanse shrugged, as she searched for her cloak, "And then later tonight just give it back to Angelina," Chanse handed Cho the cloak, "and then Angelina you can get it back to me."
"If your still alive after you get back from Snape's detention." Angelina laughed.
"In that case, give my cloak to Harry."
"But he already has one." Hermione protested.
"I'll survive Snape," Chanse smirked, "I was only joking."
~~~~~~~~~
"So exactly did you two do to get detention with me?" Snape hissed as he stared from across his desk, at Cho and Chanse.
"We, um..." Cho started to say, but couldn't think of anything.
"Yes Miss Chang?" Snape snapped, "What about you Miss Potter?"
"We lost a bet," Chanse began, "and so we had to...we had to..."
"Sneak down to the kitchen and get some food, and if we got caught, which we were supposed to, we were to tell whoever caught us to...uh... 'F' off..."
"Yeah," Chanse cut in, "and Katie Bell found us."
"Well then," Snape stood up, and towered over the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw student, "your detention will be," Snape pondered, "cleaning my cauldron." Snape huffed, "I trust you two know how to." Snape placed a small bottle on his desk marked, Mrs. Scower's Magical Mess Remover.
"Yes sir." Both girls nodded, and headed over to the cauldron.
Snape walked to the door, and before he left he shouted, "No using magic either."
"No sir."
Snape slammed the door, making both girls jump a little. They finally relaxed and walked over to Snape's cauldron and peered inside. "It's barely even dirty." Cho gasped, as she slid her finger along the inside and looked at her finger, which barely had anything on it.
"Just be thankful that he didn't give us something worse." Chanse huffed as she poured some Mess Remover onto a old towel, and started to scrub the bottom of the cauldron.
Cho followed Chanse lead, and poured some Mess Remover onto her towel, and started to scrub the outside of the cauldron. "So why do you think Snape let us off so easy?" Cho panted as she tried to scrub a spot away, but it seemed not to budge, "Do you think our story was believable?"
"Our story was beyond believable," Chanse echoed for inside the cauldron, "We should have probably been sent to the Headmaster if we had exactly done that," Chanse pulled her head out from inside the cauldron, "so yeah, the stories believable." Chanse sighed, as she tossed her towel inside the cauldron.
"So then why do you think we got off so easily?"
"Kirstyn." Chanse smiled.
"Kirstyn?" Cho slightly laughed, "You mean the little Gryffindor, Kirstyn?"
"Yup," Chanse smiled, as she wiped her forehead, "She's Snape's step- daughter."
"WHAT?!" Cho gasped loudly.
"Yeah, and Snape wanted me to watch out for her."
"Oh I get it now." Cho smiled, as she wiped her forehead too.
"Well his cauldron shines like new," Chanse beamed, as she pulled her towel out of the cauldron and tossed it next to the bottle, on Snape's desk.
"Yup." Cho sighed, as she did the same.
"You two finished?" Snape asked, as he swiftly walked into the room, and inspected the cauldron.
"Yes sir."
"Well," Snape looked over the cauldron, "It looked fine...you two may go now."
Chanse and Cho looked at each other and smiled, "Thank you sir." They started out of the room.
"But just to tell you two every day you two have to come back here and clean every cauldron in this room, till the sparkle like mine." Snape smirked, as he saw the girls shoulders drop.
"Yes sir." The both said with discussed.
"But you start doing that when Miss Potter here gets back from her signing."
Chanse and Cho looked up at Snape and smiled, "Thank you very much sir."
"Now both of you leave and go to lunch before I change my mind." Snape snapped.
"Yes sir." They both ran out of the Potions Room.
They ran out of the dungeon and up the front stairs, and into the Great Hall. They parted their ways and went off to their house tables.
"Hey girls." Chanse smiled as she sat down across from Angelina, and Hermione.
"Hey." Angelina slightly cringed.
"What's the matter?"
"You smell like cleaner." Hermione laughed.
"That's because Cho's and mine detention is cleaning every cauldron in the Potions Room till every one of them sparkles like Snape's does."
"You guys finished that quickly?!" Anelina gasped, almost spitting out her food.
"Are you crazy?!" Chanse laughed, "We only had to do Snape's cauldron today, and then we finish the rest of them when I come back from signing with Puddlmere."
"Oh," Angelina sighed in relief, "So what'd you say you and Cho did to get the detention?"
"We told him that we lost a bet, and we went to the kitchen to get food, and waited their and got caught by Katie Bell and we told her to fuck off."
"Nice job." Angelina slapped Chanse's hand.
"I thought so," Chanse smiled, "but to bad Cho and I didn't actually do that."
"The year's not over." George sat down next to Chanse.
"Hey George."
"Hey Fred." Angelina smiled, as she watched Fred sit down, "What were you two up to?" She smiled, as she kissed Fred's cheek, and he blushed madly.
"Oh how cute." George mocked.
"Fuck off George."
"I didn't know you and Angelina were together." Chanse smirked.
"He asked me out while you were training." Angelina beamed.
"Well good for you Fred." Chanse smiled, "So what were you two up to?"
"Planning an attack on Pinhead." George smiled, slyly.
"I see." Chanse nodded, "Well excuse me you guys," Chanse tossed a chipolatas in her mouth, and held up her Puddlemere letter, "I have to deliver this to Dumbledore." Chanse smiled, as she walked up to the High Table.
"May I help you Miss Potter?" Dumbledore smiled.
"Um...Yes," Chanse smiled back, "I got this letter from Puddlemere earlier today," Chanse handed Dumbledore the letter, and he began to read over it, "and it requests my presence next Saturday..."
Dumbledore looked up from the letter, "Ah, yes, the weekend of O.W.L.S."
"Yes."
"Well it looks as if you just will have to take O.W.L.S. next Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday." Dumbledore smiled, "wouldn't want the next Puddlemere Reserve t miss her signing, now would we."
A smiled grew across Chanse's face, as she felt as if she could jump across the table and hug Dumbledore, but she decided she probably shouldn't, "Thank you very much." Chanse laughed, as she ran back to her seat.
"So?" Hermione leaned forward.
"I take my O.W.L.S. next Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday."
"I can't believe this is happening." Angelina huffed, as she looked around at the Great Hall, "Chanse is taking the first step to living a life, outside of Hogwarts."
"What?" Fred asked, as he nudged Angelina.
"Well, see Chanse..."
*DING*DING*DING*
Dumbledore raised his glass up and looked out at all the tables, "May I have you attention students and faculty of Hogwarts?" Dumbledore chimed, "It has been brought to my attention that one of our very own students has been asked to sign with Puddlemere United," whispers flew around the Great Hall, "and she has been given the opportunity to take whomever she pleases to her signing...Chanse has chosen to let whoever wants to go to go."
Chanse felt a warm smile grow across her face, as the Great Hall all seemed to turn and stare at her.
"Congratulation Chanse and we all wish you luck on your journey with Puddlemere." Dumbledore added as he sat down.
Everyone erupted with yells and hoots for Chanse, as the Gryffindor table swarmed over her and shook her hand and congratulated her.
"EXCUSE ME!" Professor McGonagall screamed over the students, making everyone fall silent, "If you choose to leave to see Chanse's signing you may sign up on a sheet that will be posted over there," McGonagall waved her wand off to her left, and a small yellow beam sprayed out and over onto the wall hung a piece of parchment, "That is all." She sat back down.
Chanse once again was swarmed by her fellow Gryffindors, with hugs, shakes, and compliments.
When everyone settled down, Chanse quickly exited the Great Hall, with Angelina tagging behind her.
They made it up to their room, where Chanse flung open the door, and flopped on top of her bed, "you know I'm screwed for O.W.L.S. right?" Chanse muttered under her pillow.
"Here," Angelina laughed, as she opened her trunk.
Chanse lifted her head from her pillow and saw Angelina pulling out a bunch of her books, "I'll help you study for your O.W.L.S. and you'll do just fine...and you know Hermione and Cho will help too."
Chanse scooted over to Angelina bed, and they started going over everything Chanse needed to know, from Potions to Defense Against the Dark Arts...
A week passed and Chanse took her O.W.L.S., and got her grades back...
Chanse walked into the Great Hall and sat down next to Angelina, and across from Hermione, and shortly Cho came running over and took a seat next to Hermione. "You almost missed dinner," Hermione smiled as she took a drink of her Pumpkin Juice. She looked at the small letter in Chanse's hands, "Are those your grades?" Hermione questioned.
"Yeah." Chanse smiled, nervously.
"Well," Angelina smiled, "Open it!"
"Alright," Chanse laughed, as she slid her wand through the top of the letter and pulled out a small piece of paper.
Chanse started to read the grades to herself when Angelina blurted out, "Since your not going to tell us what you got tell us your worst grade."
"Oh alright," Chanse sighed, as she looked down the list, "I got a C- in Potions."
"That's awesome!" George spat food out of his mouth, "Fred and I probably are going to get D's...If we're lucky."
"You two always seem to pull off beyond passing grades." Ron huffed.
"Jealous?" Both of the twins chimed.
"Hardly."
"I hate to tell you guys but Dumbledore thinks it would be better if I went down to Hogsmeade and stayed there so that I will make my train on time." Chanse sighed.
"So you're leaving now?" Angelina whined.
"Yeah," Chanse sighed, "but you guys will come see me in a week." Chanse beamed.
"Um...Yeah." Everyone said softly.
"Dinner is over!" Professor McGonagall shouted over the students.
Chanse watched has all the students shuffled out of the Great Hall leaving Chanse alone.
"I wonder who all has signed up." Chanse thought aloud, with a smile.
She casually walked over to the sign up sheet, and looked at the beautiful heading which read, in beautiful gold sparkling writing: Chanse Potter's signing Sign up Sheet.
Chanse looked below the gold writing and saw that there wasn't a name anywhere on the list...Not even Harry's name.
Chanse flipped the first sheet up, and checked the next sheet after it...still no names.
Chanse lowered her head, and walked back into the center of the Great Hall. "You ready to leave?" a booming voice asked.
"I'm ready Hagrid." Chanse lifted her head up to face the giant.
"What's wrong? You should be happy!" Hagrid smiled.
"I am happy," Chanse tried to smiled, but it felt useless trying.
"You sad you're leaving all your friends?"
"Yeah," Chanse perked up, "That's exactly it." Chanse knew she was lying, but she didn't want pity.
"Well," Hagrid picked up Chanse's bag, "we should get going down to Hogsmeade."
"Yeah we should." Chanse slightly smiled.
"The flying motorcycle is waiting outside for us." Hagrid smiled, as he pushed the giant wooden door open.
Hagrid led Chanse out into the courtyard, where the giant motorcycle was parked. Hagrid strapped Chanse's bag onto the back, and then helped Chanse onto the back, and then heaved himself up onto the motorcycle. Hagrid revved the engine and then off they were, down to Hogsmeade.
They landed outside The Three Broomsticks, and Hagrid helped Chanse off the motorcycle, "Um Hagrid...Since when did The Three Broomsticks have rooms?"
"They don't." Hagrid smiled, as he led Chanse inside, "Hello Madam Rosmerta." Hagrid smiled at the young woman.
"Oh please Rubeus, call me Rosmerta."
Hagrid blushed slightly, "Alright." Then Hagrid turned back to Chanse, "Madam...I mean Rosmerta has gladly offered to let you stay on her flat, over the pub, and then she'll escort you to the train station."
"Thank you." Chanse smiled at Rosmerta.
"It was my pleasure." Rosmerta smiled, "Well I'll take you upstairs, and you can get settled down, then come down here and get something to eat."
Rosmerta started to reach for Chanse's bag, "Oh no, it's Ok I'll take that," Chanse quickly grabbed the bag, "it's a way of lifting weights...and you've also done enough for me."
Rosmerta nodded her head in agreement, and then nodded to Hagrid, and led Chanse behind the bar, and up a small flight of creaky stairs. "Well it's not much, but it's my home." Rosmerta laughed, as she flicked on a light.
"It's perfect." Chanse smiled, as she set down her bag and looked around the tiny flat.
"You'll be sleeping on the couch, if you don't mind." Rosmerta blushed in embarrassment that she couldn't have something more luxurious for Chanse.
"That' perfect too."
"Well I'll leave you to yourself, to get settled in, and when your done with that you can come down to the pub area, and I'll get you some food...on the house."
"That's not necessary."
Rosmerta started to walk back downstairs when she turned back to Chanse, "I insist."
"Thank you," Chanse smiled, "for everything."
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Chapter 15: Can't Wait
"Well what's it say?" Angelina squealed with delight.
"I don't know," Chanse smiled uncontrollably, "I have to open it."
"Well then...OPEN IT!" Hermione shouted.
"Ok...ok," Chanse laughed as she slide the envelope open, and pulled out the letter, "I'm nervous," Chanse whispered.
"Here," Cho snatched the letter out of Chanse's hands and began to read:
Dear Chanse Potter,
We are happy to announce that we have accepted you as a Reserve for Puddlemere United!
Chanse screamed with excitement, has Hermione and Angelina engulfed her in a huge hug.
"Wait there's more!" Cho laughed, as she read the rest:
We would like to ask you to please return to Puddletown by next Saturday? Please owl us if you can't make your train. If for some reason you can't make your train, we will reschedule your trip, but we do need you, no later then a week from Friday!
Well we congratulate you, and enclosed are your train tickets for Puddletown, and the information that you are allowed to bring as many people as you like to your signing.
Signed,
Reilly T. Kane
Puddlemere United Manager
AND...
Baron Von Luedonwig
Puddlemere United Head Scout
"That's all that's written." Cho smiled, as she checked the back, "Yup that's it."
The four girls all sat on the one bed, and looked around at each other in a weird silence, as a smile grew across each one of their faces. "Oh...Merlin!" Hermione said very calmly, setting all the girls off in a screaming frenzy has they all hugged each other, wildly.
After all the girls calmed down, and all had read the letter, they began to talk in complete sentences, without screaming evertime they mentioned Chanse's name, or Puddlemere. "So you should go tell Dumbledore about this." Cho stated.
"Why?"
"Because next Friday we started O.W.L.S.," Hermione noted, "and those last till that Sunday..."
"Meaning you would be missing two days of O.W.L.S.," Angelina nodded, and Chanse started to open her mouth, but Angelina cut her off, "which you can't do." Chanse shut her mouth.
"Alright," Chanse shrugged, "I'll go talk to him...but right now we have something much bigger then that on our plates."
"What?" Hermione questioned.
"Like trying to find a way to get Cho out of my room, without anyone noticing, especially the Head Kids."
"Too late." A voiced hissed from the doorway.
All four girls turned around and saw Katie Bell standing in the doorway, "I should technically take you all to the Headmaster, and suspend you from your Quidditch teams." Angelina, Chanse, and Cho gasped, "But since I was, once, a Quidditch player myself, I know what it would feel like to be taken off of a sport you love, so I won't take you off the teams."
Angelina, Cho, and Chanse all looked around at each other sighed with relief, 'Thank Merlin she's not taking us off the teams.' Chanse thought.
"But you still will all be punished...Cho mostly," Cho's mouth dropped open, and Katie stepped forward, "because this is not your house."
Chanse stood up, "It's my fault she's in here."
Katie huffed at the idea, and then walked over to Chanse and stood right in Chanse's face, "And how, exactly, is it your fault?" she spat.
"I told Cho to come up here with me, and then I let her in the house."
"Well that's noble of you to do that for a friend," Katie nodded, "so Cho won't get punished has harshly as I was going to punish her...but she's still getting a worse one then Angelina and Hermione!" Katie barked.
'Well I tried.' Chanse sighed in her head.
"All of you will be serving detention next week," Katie pulled out a small pad of paper, and a quill, "Angelina," Katie scribbled on a piece of paper, "you will be serving detention with Filch, by polishing the silver in the trophy room," Angelina shrugged her shoulders, "without magic," Angelina mouthed dropped open.
"But..."
"Miss Johnson I advice you not to say anything more, unless you want something different from the detention I gave you."
"I'm good." Angelina quickly shut up, as she took the paper.
"Miss Granger, you too will be serving you detention with Filch, by polishing the trophy, without magic, too." Katie ripped the paper off, and handed it to Hermione, "You two report to him tonight...And if anyone asks you two why you have a detention just tell them Percy caught you over in the boys dormitories, and turned you over to me."
"Thank you Katie." Angelina whispered.
"Now as for you two," Katie looked at Cho and Chanse, "you will be serving detention with...with," Katie thought, "with Professor Snape," Cho and Chanse's mouths dropped open, "and your punishment will be...actually I'll let Professor Snape decided what it is."
Cho opened her mouth to protest that idea, but Chanse quickly shot Cho a glance, and Cho shut her mouth, "and just tell Professor that you two were...I don't know make up something believable."
"Thank you Katie, for doing this for us." Hermione whispered, as Katie left the room.
"It's Miss Bell, Miss Granger." Katie spat as she shut the door.
"Well then." Hermione huffed.
"Just ignore her," Angelina sighed, "She's doing us a favor."
"And she's on a power trip." Cho laughed.
"But Cho I think our best bet is to just let you take my invisibility cloak, and let you fly back over to Ravenclaw," Chanse shrugged, as she searched for her cloak, "And then later tonight just give it back to Angelina," Chanse handed Cho the cloak, "and then Angelina you can get it back to me."
"If your still alive after you get back from Snape's detention." Angelina laughed.
"In that case, give my cloak to Harry."
"But he already has one." Hermione protested.
"I'll survive Snape," Chanse smirked, "I was only joking."
~~~~~~~~~
"So exactly did you two do to get detention with me?" Snape hissed as he stared from across his desk, at Cho and Chanse.
"We, um..." Cho started to say, but couldn't think of anything.
"Yes Miss Chang?" Snape snapped, "What about you Miss Potter?"
"We lost a bet," Chanse began, "and so we had to...we had to..."
"Sneak down to the kitchen and get some food, and if we got caught, which we were supposed to, we were to tell whoever caught us to...uh... 'F' off..."
"Yeah," Chanse cut in, "and Katie Bell found us."
"Well then," Snape stood up, and towered over the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw student, "your detention will be," Snape pondered, "cleaning my cauldron." Snape huffed, "I trust you two know how to." Snape placed a small bottle on his desk marked, Mrs. Scower's Magical Mess Remover.
"Yes sir." Both girls nodded, and headed over to the cauldron.
Snape walked to the door, and before he left he shouted, "No using magic either."
"No sir."
Snape slammed the door, making both girls jump a little. They finally relaxed and walked over to Snape's cauldron and peered inside. "It's barely even dirty." Cho gasped, as she slid her finger along the inside and looked at her finger, which barely had anything on it.
"Just be thankful that he didn't give us something worse." Chanse huffed as she poured some Mess Remover onto a old towel, and started to scrub the bottom of the cauldron.
Cho followed Chanse lead, and poured some Mess Remover onto her towel, and started to scrub the outside of the cauldron. "So why do you think Snape let us off so easy?" Cho panted as she tried to scrub a spot away, but it seemed not to budge, "Do you think our story was believable?"
"Our story was beyond believable," Chanse echoed for inside the cauldron, "We should have probably been sent to the Headmaster if we had exactly done that," Chanse pulled her head out from inside the cauldron, "so yeah, the stories believable." Chanse sighed, as she tossed her towel inside the cauldron.
"So then why do you think we got off so easily?"
"Kirstyn." Chanse smiled.
"Kirstyn?" Cho slightly laughed, "You mean the little Gryffindor, Kirstyn?"
"Yup," Chanse smiled, as she wiped her forehead, "She's Snape's step- daughter."
"WHAT?!" Cho gasped loudly.
"Yeah, and Snape wanted me to watch out for her."
"Oh I get it now." Cho smiled, as she wiped her forehead too.
"Well his cauldron shines like new," Chanse beamed, as she pulled her towel out of the cauldron and tossed it next to the bottle, on Snape's desk.
"Yup." Cho sighed, as she did the same.
"You two finished?" Snape asked, as he swiftly walked into the room, and inspected the cauldron.
"Yes sir."
"Well," Snape looked over the cauldron, "It looked fine...you two may go now."
Chanse and Cho looked at each other and smiled, "Thank you sir." They started out of the room.
"But just to tell you two every day you two have to come back here and clean every cauldron in this room, till the sparkle like mine." Snape smirked, as he saw the girls shoulders drop.
"Yes sir." The both said with discussed.
"But you start doing that when Miss Potter here gets back from her signing."
Chanse and Cho looked up at Snape and smiled, "Thank you very much sir."
"Now both of you leave and go to lunch before I change my mind." Snape snapped.
"Yes sir." They both ran out of the Potions Room.
They ran out of the dungeon and up the front stairs, and into the Great Hall. They parted their ways and went off to their house tables.
"Hey girls." Chanse smiled as she sat down across from Angelina, and Hermione.
"Hey." Angelina slightly cringed.
"What's the matter?"
"You smell like cleaner." Hermione laughed.
"That's because Cho's and mine detention is cleaning every cauldron in the Potions Room till every one of them sparkles like Snape's does."
"You guys finished that quickly?!" Anelina gasped, almost spitting out her food.
"Are you crazy?!" Chanse laughed, "We only had to do Snape's cauldron today, and then we finish the rest of them when I come back from signing with Puddlmere."
"Oh," Angelina sighed in relief, "So what'd you say you and Cho did to get the detention?"
"We told him that we lost a bet, and we went to the kitchen to get food, and waited their and got caught by Katie Bell and we told her to fuck off."
"Nice job." Angelina slapped Chanse's hand.
"I thought so," Chanse smiled, "but to bad Cho and I didn't actually do that."
"The year's not over." George sat down next to Chanse.
"Hey George."
"Hey Fred." Angelina smiled, as she watched Fred sit down, "What were you two up to?" She smiled, as she kissed Fred's cheek, and he blushed madly.
"Oh how cute." George mocked.
"Fuck off George."
"I didn't know you and Angelina were together." Chanse smirked.
"He asked me out while you were training." Angelina beamed.
"Well good for you Fred." Chanse smiled, "So what were you two up to?"
"Planning an attack on Pinhead." George smiled, slyly.
"I see." Chanse nodded, "Well excuse me you guys," Chanse tossed a chipolatas in her mouth, and held up her Puddlemere letter, "I have to deliver this to Dumbledore." Chanse smiled, as she walked up to the High Table.
"May I help you Miss Potter?" Dumbledore smiled.
"Um...Yes," Chanse smiled back, "I got this letter from Puddlemere earlier today," Chanse handed Dumbledore the letter, and he began to read over it, "and it requests my presence next Saturday..."
Dumbledore looked up from the letter, "Ah, yes, the weekend of O.W.L.S."
"Yes."
"Well it looks as if you just will have to take O.W.L.S. next Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday." Dumbledore smiled, "wouldn't want the next Puddlemere Reserve t miss her signing, now would we."
A smiled grew across Chanse's face, as she felt as if she could jump across the table and hug Dumbledore, but she decided she probably shouldn't, "Thank you very much." Chanse laughed, as she ran back to her seat.
"So?" Hermione leaned forward.
"I take my O.W.L.S. next Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday."
"I can't believe this is happening." Angelina huffed, as she looked around at the Great Hall, "Chanse is taking the first step to living a life, outside of Hogwarts."
"What?" Fred asked, as he nudged Angelina.
"Well, see Chanse..."
*DING*DING*DING*
Dumbledore raised his glass up and looked out at all the tables, "May I have you attention students and faculty of Hogwarts?" Dumbledore chimed, "It has been brought to my attention that one of our very own students has been asked to sign with Puddlemere United," whispers flew around the Great Hall, "and she has been given the opportunity to take whomever she pleases to her signing...Chanse has chosen to let whoever wants to go to go."
Chanse felt a warm smile grow across her face, as the Great Hall all seemed to turn and stare at her.
"Congratulation Chanse and we all wish you luck on your journey with Puddlemere." Dumbledore added as he sat down.
Everyone erupted with yells and hoots for Chanse, as the Gryffindor table swarmed over her and shook her hand and congratulated her.
"EXCUSE ME!" Professor McGonagall screamed over the students, making everyone fall silent, "If you choose to leave to see Chanse's signing you may sign up on a sheet that will be posted over there," McGonagall waved her wand off to her left, and a small yellow beam sprayed out and over onto the wall hung a piece of parchment, "That is all." She sat back down.
Chanse once again was swarmed by her fellow Gryffindors, with hugs, shakes, and compliments.
When everyone settled down, Chanse quickly exited the Great Hall, with Angelina tagging behind her.
They made it up to their room, where Chanse flung open the door, and flopped on top of her bed, "you know I'm screwed for O.W.L.S. right?" Chanse muttered under her pillow.
"Here," Angelina laughed, as she opened her trunk.
Chanse lifted her head from her pillow and saw Angelina pulling out a bunch of her books, "I'll help you study for your O.W.L.S. and you'll do just fine...and you know Hermione and Cho will help too."
Chanse scooted over to Angelina bed, and they started going over everything Chanse needed to know, from Potions to Defense Against the Dark Arts...
A week passed and Chanse took her O.W.L.S., and got her grades back...
Chanse walked into the Great Hall and sat down next to Angelina, and across from Hermione, and shortly Cho came running over and took a seat next to Hermione. "You almost missed dinner," Hermione smiled as she took a drink of her Pumpkin Juice. She looked at the small letter in Chanse's hands, "Are those your grades?" Hermione questioned.
"Yeah." Chanse smiled, nervously.
"Well," Angelina smiled, "Open it!"
"Alright," Chanse laughed, as she slid her wand through the top of the letter and pulled out a small piece of paper.
Chanse started to read the grades to herself when Angelina blurted out, "Since your not going to tell us what you got tell us your worst grade."
"Oh alright," Chanse sighed, as she looked down the list, "I got a C- in Potions."
"That's awesome!" George spat food out of his mouth, "Fred and I probably are going to get D's...If we're lucky."
"You two always seem to pull off beyond passing grades." Ron huffed.
"Jealous?" Both of the twins chimed.
"Hardly."
"I hate to tell you guys but Dumbledore thinks it would be better if I went down to Hogsmeade and stayed there so that I will make my train on time." Chanse sighed.
"So you're leaving now?" Angelina whined.
"Yeah," Chanse sighed, "but you guys will come see me in a week." Chanse beamed.
"Um...Yeah." Everyone said softly.
"Dinner is over!" Professor McGonagall shouted over the students.
Chanse watched has all the students shuffled out of the Great Hall leaving Chanse alone.
"I wonder who all has signed up." Chanse thought aloud, with a smile.
She casually walked over to the sign up sheet, and looked at the beautiful heading which read, in beautiful gold sparkling writing: Chanse Potter's signing Sign up Sheet.
Chanse looked below the gold writing and saw that there wasn't a name anywhere on the list...Not even Harry's name.
Chanse flipped the first sheet up, and checked the next sheet after it...still no names.
Chanse lowered her head, and walked back into the center of the Great Hall. "You ready to leave?" a booming voice asked.
"I'm ready Hagrid." Chanse lifted her head up to face the giant.
"What's wrong? You should be happy!" Hagrid smiled.
"I am happy," Chanse tried to smiled, but it felt useless trying.
"You sad you're leaving all your friends?"
"Yeah," Chanse perked up, "That's exactly it." Chanse knew she was lying, but she didn't want pity.
"Well," Hagrid picked up Chanse's bag, "we should get going down to Hogsmeade."
"Yeah we should." Chanse slightly smiled.
"The flying motorcycle is waiting outside for us." Hagrid smiled, as he pushed the giant wooden door open.
Hagrid led Chanse out into the courtyard, where the giant motorcycle was parked. Hagrid strapped Chanse's bag onto the back, and then helped Chanse onto the back, and then heaved himself up onto the motorcycle. Hagrid revved the engine and then off they were, down to Hogsmeade.
They landed outside The Three Broomsticks, and Hagrid helped Chanse off the motorcycle, "Um Hagrid...Since when did The Three Broomsticks have rooms?"
"They don't." Hagrid smiled, as he led Chanse inside, "Hello Madam Rosmerta." Hagrid smiled at the young woman.
"Oh please Rubeus, call me Rosmerta."
Hagrid blushed slightly, "Alright." Then Hagrid turned back to Chanse, "Madam...I mean Rosmerta has gladly offered to let you stay on her flat, over the pub, and then she'll escort you to the train station."
"Thank you." Chanse smiled at Rosmerta.
"It was my pleasure." Rosmerta smiled, "Well I'll take you upstairs, and you can get settled down, then come down here and get something to eat."
Rosmerta started to reach for Chanse's bag, "Oh no, it's Ok I'll take that," Chanse quickly grabbed the bag, "it's a way of lifting weights...and you've also done enough for me."
Rosmerta nodded her head in agreement, and then nodded to Hagrid, and led Chanse behind the bar, and up a small flight of creaky stairs. "Well it's not much, but it's my home." Rosmerta laughed, as she flicked on a light.
"It's perfect." Chanse smiled, as she set down her bag and looked around the tiny flat.
"You'll be sleeping on the couch, if you don't mind." Rosmerta blushed in embarrassment that she couldn't have something more luxurious for Chanse.
"That' perfect too."
"Well I'll leave you to yourself, to get settled in, and when your done with that you can come down to the pub area, and I'll get you some food...on the house."
"That's not necessary."
Rosmerta started to walk back downstairs when she turned back to Chanse, "I insist."
"Thank you," Chanse smiled, "for everything."