Chapter 17: Then There Were Five
Chanse slowly stepped forward into the large stucco house and her jaw dropped in awe of how gorgeous and big the house was. "It's wonderful." Chanse gasped as she dropped her bag on the floor.
"It's pretty nice isn't it?" Brandon whispered, as he looked around the house and realized how nice it was.
"Pretty nice?!" Chanse whipped around in shock, "It's...it's... It's gorgeous!"
Brandon looked around the front hall and smiled, "I guess it is," he laughed, "when I first became a Reserve for Puddlemere I remember walking into this house, for the first time, and thinking this was the coolest thing."
"It is the coolest thing." Chanse gasped.
"Yeah but something about walking through those doors," Brandon turned around and pointed at the doors behind him, "made me feel that I couldn't be touched, and that my whole life was going to turn for the better."
Chanse turned, fully, around and faced Brandon, "Did your life turn around once you pasted through those doors?"
"No," Brandon sighed, "because my standards of getting better was getting a girlfriend, become first-string my first year, marrying my girlfriend, becoming captain of the team, having children, and becoming a international Quidditch star, and then retiring."
"So are you trying to say your life was shot to hell once you pasted through those doors?" Chanse laughed.
"In a matter of speaking...yes." Brandon laughed.
"Great welcoming speech to the team," Chanse nudged, "did you tell the other Reserves that speech?"
"Actually you're the first Reserve to arrive," Brandon smiled, as he picked up Chanse and started leading her up the left stairs, "and I saved that speech just for you to see if you liked it, or not."
Chanse laughed and followed behind Brandon, while looking around the house as she walked up the stairs. "Well it's a little rough, but with some rephrasing of words it could be a winner." Chanse laughed.
"Well I'll give you a tour of the house," Brandon stopped at the top of the stairs, "The giant room we were just in is the Front Hall, and then the wing of the house we're in is the West Wing also know as the Reserve's Wing."
"Why's it called the Reserve's Wing?" Chanse leaned against the railing.
"Because when you're first signed onto the Puddlemere team you are signed on as a Reserve. Well the Reserves stay on this side of the house, and when they become first-string players they stay in the East Wing also know as the...well...East Wing." Brandon laughed.
"Why are they separated?"
"I don't know," Brandon thought aloud, "It's just always been that way, but this walkway," Brandon pointed to a long carpeted walking way, "leads from the West Wing to the East Wing...so they're really not separated."
"I guess so." Chanse shrugged.
"Well you Oliver, Alfonso, Adam, and Jonathan will all be sharing a room, until one of the more talented Reserve, which could be one of you, it all depends, moves over into the East Wing someone will share a room with a higher Reserve."
"Oh," Chanse nodded, "So where's my room?"
"This way," Brandon picked up Chanse's bag and head down the hallway to the right, and got to the end of the hallway where he carefully twisted the doorknob and opened the door, "Welcome to your room."
Chanse followed behind Brandon as he led her into a huge red room that had four king size beds, with red and white swirled bed sheets. "You like it?" Brandon whispered, as he set down Chanse's bed.
Chanse ignored Brandon and walked into the middle of the room and examined every part of the room. There were two beds on the platform, and then two steps down there was another platform where the other two beds were positioned. There were small tables on either side of the beds and each table had a tan lamp with a white lampshade. On the lower platform the wall was all glass, and the floors were white carpet with red shag rugs strategically placed all around.
"Brandon?"
"Yeah Chanse."
Chanse looked up at Brandon, "How many people are supposed to stay in this room, again?"
"Well there's Oliver, Jonathan, Alfonso, Adam, and you."
Chanse looked down at one of the red rugs and realized that there were five people but only four beds, "Brandon there's only four beds, and there are five people."
Brandon looked around the room and counted the beds, and laughed, "So there are."
"Mind sharing a bed with me?" a voice asked from behind Brandon.
Brandon turned around and Chanse looked behind him, and in the doorway Jonathan Coyous stood with his bag by his side. "Jonathan?" Chanse gasped, "Jonathan!" Chanse sprinted up the steps and ran over to Jonathan were she jumped into his arms, and squeezed him tightly.
"I've missed you too liten søster." Jonathan laughed as he squeezed Chanse back.
When he set her down Chanse smiled, "I've been learning some Norwegian from one of my friends...Ok maybe not learning Norwegian but she taught me how to say 'big brother' in Norwegian." Chanse beamed.
"Well let's hear it then liten søster." Jonathan smiled.
Chanse smiled and then cleared her throat, "Stor bror." Chanse smiled.
"Very nice." Jonathan picked Chanse back up and squeezed her.
Jonathan placed Chanse back on the ground, and Chanse bowed, "Thank you."
"I don't mean to interrupt you guys, but I take it the sleeping arrangements are taken care of?" Brandon asked sheepishly.
Chanse looked up at Jonathan and then back at Brandon, "Yeah," she smiled, "I'll just share a bed with Jonathan...It's no big deal."
"Not at all." Jonathan added.
"So which bed do you want?" Chanse asked as she looked at all the different beds.
"How about the one closest to the window?"
Chanse's smile grew even larger, "I was hoping you'd choose that one." Chanse laughed, as she picked up her bag and ran over to the bed, and set it down on the bed, "It's now officially claimed by Jonathan Coyous and Chanse Potter, and no one may take it." Chanse boasted.
"So you guys choose the one by the window, huh?" Chanse and Jonathan turned around and saw Alfonso standing in the doorway.
"Hey Alfonso." Chanse smiled, as she flung her arms around Alfonso's neck.
"Hello Chanse," Alfonso patted Chanse's back, and then walked over to Jonathan and shook his hand, "Hello Jonathan."
"Hello Alfonso."
"Well if you two have that bed then I'll take the other lower platform bed." Alfonso smiled as he walked over to the other bed and set his stuff down.
"Are we late?" Another voice asked from the doorway. Alfonso, Chanse, and Jonathan turned around to see Adam and Oliver standing in the doorway.
"No, you're not." Alfonso smiled, "you two have the choice of these two beds." Alfonso pointed to the two beds on the top platform.
"I call the one farthest from the door!" Adam yelled as he tossed his bag across the room and onto the bed.
"Well then I have this one." Oliver whispered, as he set his things down on the bed.
Everyone slowly unpacked their things and then sat on their beds and began talking about all kinds of things.
"Oliver you're awfully quiet." Alfonso pointed out.
"Yeah so are you Chanse." Adam smirked.
"Do you guys know each other or something?" Alfonso smirked.
Chanse and Oliver quickly looked up at Alfonso in shock, and then Chanse slowly looked over at Oliver, who looked at Chanse, who quickly looked away.
"Yeah I had a weird dream that Chanse you came to Durmstrang looking for Oliver, and then you found him and then you used Floo Powder to transfer back to Hogwarts because Oliver had seemed to make you upset." Adam laughed, as he scratched his head, "Crazy huh?"
"Yeah, crazy." Chanse whispered, as she took a glance at Oliver, and then looked back at Adam, "It's like a dream," Chanse looked up at Oliver, then looked away from him and out the window, "that turned into a nightmare."
Oliver quickly shot his head up and looked at Chanse, "But maybe if you let your dream, which turned into a nightmare, play out it would turn back into a dream."
"Once a nightmare, always a nightmare." Chanse smirked, as she laid back on the bed, "Can we change the subject?"
"How about I do that?" a voice laughed from the doorway. Everyone looked at the doorway and saw Brandon standing there holding six tickets in his hand, "Any up for going to London?"
"What?" Jonathan gasped.
"I have here six tickets to London so that I could take five soon-to-be Reserves to Diagon Alley so that they could get their new Quidditch supplies and new dress robes for the big signing day."
"I'm up for going to London!" Alfonso jumped off his bed.
"Me too!" Jonathan stood up.
"Sure why not." Adam slowly stood up.
Chanse looked over at Oliver and then stood up, "Sounds like fun Brandon."
"Sure." Oliver stayed seated on his bed.
"Well the train leaves in two hours, so you need to be ready in an hour and a half." Brandon nodded and left the room.
Everyone was overwhelmed with silence, till in one big burst of energy they all scrambled around the room to look presentable to walk around in Diagon Alley with Brandon Rosedale, the captain of Puddlemere United professional English Quidditch team.
An hour and a half later Brandon returned to the doorway he once stood in and came to see that all the Reserves had slightly dressed up for the occasion, while Brandon was in a pair of jeans and a baggy shirt. "You didn't have to dress up...It's just Diagon Alley." Brandon smirked, "If you want you can change out of those nice clothes and into something more comfortable."
Everyone looked around at each other and then quickly scrambled, back, around their room as they torn off their nice clothes and slipped on some more comfortable clothes. "You ready now?" Brandon slightly laughed.
No one responded so they just followed behind Brandon to the outside of the Puddlemere House were the Knight Bus was waiting for them. They all loaded onto the bus and Brandon spoke while they waited to get to the train station, "We're going to ride the Knight Bus to the train station, then board the train, get to London, and then go to Diagon Alley...where Madam Malkin's Robe's of all Occasions is our first stop."
"Puddletown train station!" Stan yelled to everyone as the Knight Bus came to a stop outside of the train station.
Everyone followed behind Brandon as they slowly exited the giant purple bus, and headed towards the train station, for Brandon checked their tickets. While Brandon was checking the tickets everyone else grabbed a cabin for everyone. Jonathan sat by one of the windows and Chanse sat next to Jonathan, while Adam, Oliver, and Alfonso sat across from them.
"I see you choose a cabin," Brandon smiled as he slid open the cabin door and sat down.
"Yup." Chanse smiled back.
They all talked about what they hoped to accomplish with being part of Puddlemere, and their lives before they came to Puddletown, except for Oliver; he watched as Chanse stared at Brandon with a special gleam in her eye. He didn't like how Chanse was staring at Brandon, nor did he like the way Brandon was staring at Chanse.
"Well we're here," Brandon stood up, "in beautiful London."
Brandon stuck his hand down to Chanse to help her up, and Oliver sat on the edge of his seat ready to kill Brandon if Chanse took it...
"I'm not crippled...I can help myself up, thank you." Chanse smirked, as she stood up and walked out of the cabin.
All the guy's sat there staring at Brandon, but Oliver quickly got up and walked out of the cabin, waking everyone from their daze and they followed behind him, shortly after he left.
Chanse stepped off the train and onto the train station platform, where she sat there waiting for the guys to come off the train. Finally Oliver emerged from the train followed by Jonathan, Adam, Alfonso, and then Brandon. Oliver started too walked next to Chanse but she stared at him, and when he stopped next to her she stepped in front of him and stood next to Jonathan. "Took you guys long enough."
"We were mentally making fun of Brandon." Oliver smiled.
Chanse slowly turned around to Oliver, and then turn back to Jonathan; completely ignoring Oliver's comment.
"Shall we?" Brandon asked as he started to walk towards the archway to the Muggle world.
Jonathan, Oliver, Alfonso, Chanse, and Adam all looked around at each other and started too followed after Brandon. "I think we should." Chanse smiled, as she followed behind the guys.
Chanse watched as Brandon went threw the archway, then Adam, then Jonathan, and then Alfonso. Chanse stood there waiting for Oliver to go through but he didn't he sat there staring at the wall. 'What's he doing?' Chanse thought as she stared at Oliver's back.
Chanse took breath in and started to walk towards Oliver. "Oliver what's wrong?" Chanse whispered, as she placed her hand on Oliver's shoulder.
Oliver slowly turned around and looked at Chanse, sternly, "That's the nicest thing you've said to me in a long time...why?"
Chanse thought about it, "Because you and I are going to be on a team so we're going to have to get along sometime, so might as well start now." Chanse weakly smiled.
"So you forgive me?" Oliver stared longingly into Chanse's emerald green eyes.
Chanse took in a deep breath, "I'm still really hurt," Chanse whispered, "and it probably will for a long time...but I should at least give you the chance to prove whatever you feel you need to prove."
Oliver smiled and then started to walk through the archway when he stopped in front of it and turned back to Chanse, "Thank you." He smiled and passed through.
Chanse sighed in relief, 'Maybe he's changed.' Chanse thought, as she passed through the archway and found herself on the other side with everyone.
Brandon led the group to a bus stop and sat down, "We're going to ride the Muggle..." Brandon quickly stopped when an old woman looked over at him in confusion, "We're going to ride the bus to the Leaky Cauldron." Brandon nervously smiled as the old woman looked away.
"Nice save." Chanse whispered as she leaned against the light pole.
The team sat at the Muggle bus stop and Chanse watched as Muggles walked around everywhere and there wasn't a creature, of any kind, in sight. She sat there staring off at everything around her, until the bus came to a shrieking stop. Brandon stood up a slowly led the team on, "Where to sir?" the bus driver asked.
Chanse heard Brandon answer, "To the Leaky Cauldron please."
Chanse smiled as she stepped onto the giant red bus and looked down the isle and saw regular seats. There wasn't a bed anywhere on the bus. "Come on move it lady!" Some large man behind Chanse spat.
"Calm down," Chanse hissed as she walked down the isle and joined the team.
Chanse stared out the window as she watched the world outside fly passed the bus, until it all came to a stop when the giant red bus stopped outside a shabby inn in between a big bookstore and a record store. "Leaky Cauldron!" the driver shouted from the front.
The team followed behind Brandon as they exited the bus and stood in front of the shabby inn. "It's changed a little since I've been here." Brandon smirked as he placed his hands on his hips and examined the little inn. "Well let's get going." Brandon nodded as he forced the squeaky door open and revealed a dusty old inn.
"Why hello there Brandon," a bald toothless man waddled out from behind the bar and over to Brandon.
"Hello Tom." Brandon shook Tom's hand.
"What brings the famous Brandon Rosedale here?"
"Going to Diagon Alley to get robes for the new Reserves." Brandon smirked, as he stepped to the side revealing Adam, Alfonso, Chanse, and Oliver. "Tom I'd like you to meet Adam Wheeler," Adam stepped forward and shook Tom's hand, "Alfonso Quito," they shook hands, "Oliver Wood," they shook hands, "and last Chanse Potter."
Chanse stepped forward to shake Tom's hand, but Tom just stared at Chanse, "Are you a Potter?"
"That's my last name." Chanse smiled in confusion, "If you meant am I related to Harry Potter? Then yes...Harry's my half-brother."
"I'll be," Tom shook Chanse's hand vigorously, "I had no clue that James and Lily had a daughter."
"Well they didn't," Chanse corrected, "James was married to a woman before Lily...Hailey Sherman."
"Ah," Tom nodded, "I remember Hailey...bright light witch, she was."
"Well Tom I have to be getting these Reserves fitted," Brandon quickly pushed everyone towards the back of the Leaky Cauldron.
"It was nice seeing you!" Tom shouted as he watched the small group of people disappear into the back of the inn.
They made it out into the little nock in the back of the Leaky Cauldron, "What was the rush?" Alfonso asked as he watched Brandon pulled out his wand and start tapping the bricks on a wall in a certain pattern.
"Tom was about to go off into a old Hogwarts student rant and we don't have time." Brandon said as he slid his wand back into his jacket, as the bricks twisted and turned until they had coiled back, revealing a long cobble street...Diagon Alley.
Chanse slowly stepped forward into the large stucco house and her jaw dropped in awe of how gorgeous and big the house was. "It's wonderful." Chanse gasped as she dropped her bag on the floor.
"It's pretty nice isn't it?" Brandon whispered, as he looked around the house and realized how nice it was.
"Pretty nice?!" Chanse whipped around in shock, "It's...it's... It's gorgeous!"
Brandon looked around the front hall and smiled, "I guess it is," he laughed, "when I first became a Reserve for Puddlemere I remember walking into this house, for the first time, and thinking this was the coolest thing."
"It is the coolest thing." Chanse gasped.
"Yeah but something about walking through those doors," Brandon turned around and pointed at the doors behind him, "made me feel that I couldn't be touched, and that my whole life was going to turn for the better."
Chanse turned, fully, around and faced Brandon, "Did your life turn around once you pasted through those doors?"
"No," Brandon sighed, "because my standards of getting better was getting a girlfriend, become first-string my first year, marrying my girlfriend, becoming captain of the team, having children, and becoming a international Quidditch star, and then retiring."
"So are you trying to say your life was shot to hell once you pasted through those doors?" Chanse laughed.
"In a matter of speaking...yes." Brandon laughed.
"Great welcoming speech to the team," Chanse nudged, "did you tell the other Reserves that speech?"
"Actually you're the first Reserve to arrive," Brandon smiled, as he picked up Chanse and started leading her up the left stairs, "and I saved that speech just for you to see if you liked it, or not."
Chanse laughed and followed behind Brandon, while looking around the house as she walked up the stairs. "Well it's a little rough, but with some rephrasing of words it could be a winner." Chanse laughed.
"Well I'll give you a tour of the house," Brandon stopped at the top of the stairs, "The giant room we were just in is the Front Hall, and then the wing of the house we're in is the West Wing also know as the Reserve's Wing."
"Why's it called the Reserve's Wing?" Chanse leaned against the railing.
"Because when you're first signed onto the Puddlemere team you are signed on as a Reserve. Well the Reserves stay on this side of the house, and when they become first-string players they stay in the East Wing also know as the...well...East Wing." Brandon laughed.
"Why are they separated?"
"I don't know," Brandon thought aloud, "It's just always been that way, but this walkway," Brandon pointed to a long carpeted walking way, "leads from the West Wing to the East Wing...so they're really not separated."
"I guess so." Chanse shrugged.
"Well you Oliver, Alfonso, Adam, and Jonathan will all be sharing a room, until one of the more talented Reserve, which could be one of you, it all depends, moves over into the East Wing someone will share a room with a higher Reserve."
"Oh," Chanse nodded, "So where's my room?"
"This way," Brandon picked up Chanse's bag and head down the hallway to the right, and got to the end of the hallway where he carefully twisted the doorknob and opened the door, "Welcome to your room."
Chanse followed behind Brandon as he led her into a huge red room that had four king size beds, with red and white swirled bed sheets. "You like it?" Brandon whispered, as he set down Chanse's bed.
Chanse ignored Brandon and walked into the middle of the room and examined every part of the room. There were two beds on the platform, and then two steps down there was another platform where the other two beds were positioned. There were small tables on either side of the beds and each table had a tan lamp with a white lampshade. On the lower platform the wall was all glass, and the floors were white carpet with red shag rugs strategically placed all around.
"Brandon?"
"Yeah Chanse."
Chanse looked up at Brandon, "How many people are supposed to stay in this room, again?"
"Well there's Oliver, Jonathan, Alfonso, Adam, and you."
Chanse looked down at one of the red rugs and realized that there were five people but only four beds, "Brandon there's only four beds, and there are five people."
Brandon looked around the room and counted the beds, and laughed, "So there are."
"Mind sharing a bed with me?" a voice asked from behind Brandon.
Brandon turned around and Chanse looked behind him, and in the doorway Jonathan Coyous stood with his bag by his side. "Jonathan?" Chanse gasped, "Jonathan!" Chanse sprinted up the steps and ran over to Jonathan were she jumped into his arms, and squeezed him tightly.
"I've missed you too liten søster." Jonathan laughed as he squeezed Chanse back.
When he set her down Chanse smiled, "I've been learning some Norwegian from one of my friends...Ok maybe not learning Norwegian but she taught me how to say 'big brother' in Norwegian." Chanse beamed.
"Well let's hear it then liten søster." Jonathan smiled.
Chanse smiled and then cleared her throat, "Stor bror." Chanse smiled.
"Very nice." Jonathan picked Chanse back up and squeezed her.
Jonathan placed Chanse back on the ground, and Chanse bowed, "Thank you."
"I don't mean to interrupt you guys, but I take it the sleeping arrangements are taken care of?" Brandon asked sheepishly.
Chanse looked up at Jonathan and then back at Brandon, "Yeah," she smiled, "I'll just share a bed with Jonathan...It's no big deal."
"Not at all." Jonathan added.
"So which bed do you want?" Chanse asked as she looked at all the different beds.
"How about the one closest to the window?"
Chanse's smile grew even larger, "I was hoping you'd choose that one." Chanse laughed, as she picked up her bag and ran over to the bed, and set it down on the bed, "It's now officially claimed by Jonathan Coyous and Chanse Potter, and no one may take it." Chanse boasted.
"So you guys choose the one by the window, huh?" Chanse and Jonathan turned around and saw Alfonso standing in the doorway.
"Hey Alfonso." Chanse smiled, as she flung her arms around Alfonso's neck.
"Hello Chanse," Alfonso patted Chanse's back, and then walked over to Jonathan and shook his hand, "Hello Jonathan."
"Hello Alfonso."
"Well if you two have that bed then I'll take the other lower platform bed." Alfonso smiled as he walked over to the other bed and set his stuff down.
"Are we late?" Another voice asked from the doorway. Alfonso, Chanse, and Jonathan turned around to see Adam and Oliver standing in the doorway.
"No, you're not." Alfonso smiled, "you two have the choice of these two beds." Alfonso pointed to the two beds on the top platform.
"I call the one farthest from the door!" Adam yelled as he tossed his bag across the room and onto the bed.
"Well then I have this one." Oliver whispered, as he set his things down on the bed.
Everyone slowly unpacked their things and then sat on their beds and began talking about all kinds of things.
"Oliver you're awfully quiet." Alfonso pointed out.
"Yeah so are you Chanse." Adam smirked.
"Do you guys know each other or something?" Alfonso smirked.
Chanse and Oliver quickly looked up at Alfonso in shock, and then Chanse slowly looked over at Oliver, who looked at Chanse, who quickly looked away.
"Yeah I had a weird dream that Chanse you came to Durmstrang looking for Oliver, and then you found him and then you used Floo Powder to transfer back to Hogwarts because Oliver had seemed to make you upset." Adam laughed, as he scratched his head, "Crazy huh?"
"Yeah, crazy." Chanse whispered, as she took a glance at Oliver, and then looked back at Adam, "It's like a dream," Chanse looked up at Oliver, then looked away from him and out the window, "that turned into a nightmare."
Oliver quickly shot his head up and looked at Chanse, "But maybe if you let your dream, which turned into a nightmare, play out it would turn back into a dream."
"Once a nightmare, always a nightmare." Chanse smirked, as she laid back on the bed, "Can we change the subject?"
"How about I do that?" a voice laughed from the doorway. Everyone looked at the doorway and saw Brandon standing there holding six tickets in his hand, "Any up for going to London?"
"What?" Jonathan gasped.
"I have here six tickets to London so that I could take five soon-to-be Reserves to Diagon Alley so that they could get their new Quidditch supplies and new dress robes for the big signing day."
"I'm up for going to London!" Alfonso jumped off his bed.
"Me too!" Jonathan stood up.
"Sure why not." Adam slowly stood up.
Chanse looked over at Oliver and then stood up, "Sounds like fun Brandon."
"Sure." Oliver stayed seated on his bed.
"Well the train leaves in two hours, so you need to be ready in an hour and a half." Brandon nodded and left the room.
Everyone was overwhelmed with silence, till in one big burst of energy they all scrambled around the room to look presentable to walk around in Diagon Alley with Brandon Rosedale, the captain of Puddlemere United professional English Quidditch team.
An hour and a half later Brandon returned to the doorway he once stood in and came to see that all the Reserves had slightly dressed up for the occasion, while Brandon was in a pair of jeans and a baggy shirt. "You didn't have to dress up...It's just Diagon Alley." Brandon smirked, "If you want you can change out of those nice clothes and into something more comfortable."
Everyone looked around at each other and then quickly scrambled, back, around their room as they torn off their nice clothes and slipped on some more comfortable clothes. "You ready now?" Brandon slightly laughed.
No one responded so they just followed behind Brandon to the outside of the Puddlemere House were the Knight Bus was waiting for them. They all loaded onto the bus and Brandon spoke while they waited to get to the train station, "We're going to ride the Knight Bus to the train station, then board the train, get to London, and then go to Diagon Alley...where Madam Malkin's Robe's of all Occasions is our first stop."
"Puddletown train station!" Stan yelled to everyone as the Knight Bus came to a stop outside of the train station.
Everyone followed behind Brandon as they slowly exited the giant purple bus, and headed towards the train station, for Brandon checked their tickets. While Brandon was checking the tickets everyone else grabbed a cabin for everyone. Jonathan sat by one of the windows and Chanse sat next to Jonathan, while Adam, Oliver, and Alfonso sat across from them.
"I see you choose a cabin," Brandon smiled as he slid open the cabin door and sat down.
"Yup." Chanse smiled back.
They all talked about what they hoped to accomplish with being part of Puddlemere, and their lives before they came to Puddletown, except for Oliver; he watched as Chanse stared at Brandon with a special gleam in her eye. He didn't like how Chanse was staring at Brandon, nor did he like the way Brandon was staring at Chanse.
"Well we're here," Brandon stood up, "in beautiful London."
Brandon stuck his hand down to Chanse to help her up, and Oliver sat on the edge of his seat ready to kill Brandon if Chanse took it...
"I'm not crippled...I can help myself up, thank you." Chanse smirked, as she stood up and walked out of the cabin.
All the guy's sat there staring at Brandon, but Oliver quickly got up and walked out of the cabin, waking everyone from their daze and they followed behind him, shortly after he left.
Chanse stepped off the train and onto the train station platform, where she sat there waiting for the guys to come off the train. Finally Oliver emerged from the train followed by Jonathan, Adam, Alfonso, and then Brandon. Oliver started too walked next to Chanse but she stared at him, and when he stopped next to her she stepped in front of him and stood next to Jonathan. "Took you guys long enough."
"We were mentally making fun of Brandon." Oliver smiled.
Chanse slowly turned around to Oliver, and then turn back to Jonathan; completely ignoring Oliver's comment.
"Shall we?" Brandon asked as he started to walk towards the archway to the Muggle world.
Jonathan, Oliver, Alfonso, Chanse, and Adam all looked around at each other and started too followed after Brandon. "I think we should." Chanse smiled, as she followed behind the guys.
Chanse watched as Brandon went threw the archway, then Adam, then Jonathan, and then Alfonso. Chanse stood there waiting for Oliver to go through but he didn't he sat there staring at the wall. 'What's he doing?' Chanse thought as she stared at Oliver's back.
Chanse took breath in and started to walk towards Oliver. "Oliver what's wrong?" Chanse whispered, as she placed her hand on Oliver's shoulder.
Oliver slowly turned around and looked at Chanse, sternly, "That's the nicest thing you've said to me in a long time...why?"
Chanse thought about it, "Because you and I are going to be on a team so we're going to have to get along sometime, so might as well start now." Chanse weakly smiled.
"So you forgive me?" Oliver stared longingly into Chanse's emerald green eyes.
Chanse took in a deep breath, "I'm still really hurt," Chanse whispered, "and it probably will for a long time...but I should at least give you the chance to prove whatever you feel you need to prove."
Oliver smiled and then started to walk through the archway when he stopped in front of it and turned back to Chanse, "Thank you." He smiled and passed through.
Chanse sighed in relief, 'Maybe he's changed.' Chanse thought, as she passed through the archway and found herself on the other side with everyone.
Brandon led the group to a bus stop and sat down, "We're going to ride the Muggle..." Brandon quickly stopped when an old woman looked over at him in confusion, "We're going to ride the bus to the Leaky Cauldron." Brandon nervously smiled as the old woman looked away.
"Nice save." Chanse whispered as she leaned against the light pole.
The team sat at the Muggle bus stop and Chanse watched as Muggles walked around everywhere and there wasn't a creature, of any kind, in sight. She sat there staring off at everything around her, until the bus came to a shrieking stop. Brandon stood up a slowly led the team on, "Where to sir?" the bus driver asked.
Chanse heard Brandon answer, "To the Leaky Cauldron please."
Chanse smiled as she stepped onto the giant red bus and looked down the isle and saw regular seats. There wasn't a bed anywhere on the bus. "Come on move it lady!" Some large man behind Chanse spat.
"Calm down," Chanse hissed as she walked down the isle and joined the team.
Chanse stared out the window as she watched the world outside fly passed the bus, until it all came to a stop when the giant red bus stopped outside a shabby inn in between a big bookstore and a record store. "Leaky Cauldron!" the driver shouted from the front.
The team followed behind Brandon as they exited the bus and stood in front of the shabby inn. "It's changed a little since I've been here." Brandon smirked as he placed his hands on his hips and examined the little inn. "Well let's get going." Brandon nodded as he forced the squeaky door open and revealed a dusty old inn.
"Why hello there Brandon," a bald toothless man waddled out from behind the bar and over to Brandon.
"Hello Tom." Brandon shook Tom's hand.
"What brings the famous Brandon Rosedale here?"
"Going to Diagon Alley to get robes for the new Reserves." Brandon smirked, as he stepped to the side revealing Adam, Alfonso, Chanse, and Oliver. "Tom I'd like you to meet Adam Wheeler," Adam stepped forward and shook Tom's hand, "Alfonso Quito," they shook hands, "Oliver Wood," they shook hands, "and last Chanse Potter."
Chanse stepped forward to shake Tom's hand, but Tom just stared at Chanse, "Are you a Potter?"
"That's my last name." Chanse smiled in confusion, "If you meant am I related to Harry Potter? Then yes...Harry's my half-brother."
"I'll be," Tom shook Chanse's hand vigorously, "I had no clue that James and Lily had a daughter."
"Well they didn't," Chanse corrected, "James was married to a woman before Lily...Hailey Sherman."
"Ah," Tom nodded, "I remember Hailey...bright light witch, she was."
"Well Tom I have to be getting these Reserves fitted," Brandon quickly pushed everyone towards the back of the Leaky Cauldron.
"It was nice seeing you!" Tom shouted as he watched the small group of people disappear into the back of the inn.
They made it out into the little nock in the back of the Leaky Cauldron, "What was the rush?" Alfonso asked as he watched Brandon pulled out his wand and start tapping the bricks on a wall in a certain pattern.
"Tom was about to go off into a old Hogwarts student rant and we don't have time." Brandon said as he slid his wand back into his jacket, as the bricks twisted and turned until they had coiled back, revealing a long cobble street...Diagon Alley.