I'm soooooo sorry I haven't updated in a LONG time. I know I was supposed
to last week but I was out of town and I couldn't get online and then when
I got back FanFiction wouldn't let me on...so I'm really sorry but here's
chapter 18...
Chapter 18: Diagon Alley
Chanse slowly walked behind the boys as she stared at all the shops and stores as if it was her first time in Diagon Alley. "I know some of you from out of the United Kingdom have never even set foot in Diagon Alley," Brandon shouted over the noise of the alley, "so Madam Malkin's shop is just down the alley and on the right side of it."
Chanse nodded along with group, looked at Jonathan, Alfonso, and Adam, and watched as the three boys looked around the alley in amazement. Their faces would fill with so many mixed emotions that it was so amusing to watch as the boys would stare into shop windows and gasp at the wonders that lay inside of it. "Don't you have something like Diagon Alley back home?" Chanse whispered to Jonathan.
"Well yes," Jonathan smirked, "we have Malmara Alley...but it's nowhere near as impressive as Diagon Alley." Jonathan exclaimed as he looked inside Flourish and Blott's.
"Come on Jonathan!" Chanse shouted as she pulled Jonathan away from the window as down the alley to the group.
"Well here we are," Brandon exclaimed as he beamed up at the hanging sign that read Madam Malkin's Robe's of all Occasions.
Chanse wait eagerly as Brandon slowly opened the beautifully carved wooden door and revealed a large shop with gorgeous dress robes hanging all around. "Hello Madam Malkin." Brandon smiled as he hugged short stout women wearing a mauve robe.
"Oh Brandon it's so nice to see you again," she patted his back, "What bring you here?" She smiled, as she walked behind the counter and began sorting papers.
"Well Puddlemere is going to sign five new Reserves and they need something nice to wear when they sign, along with me needed something to present them in." Brandon laughed.
Madam Malkin set down her papers and waddled out from behind the desk, "Well where are these darlings?"
"Right over there." Brandon pointed to the five Reserves, as they stood close together by the entrance.
"Oh come here come here," she waddled to them, "I don't bite." She laughed.
Chanse looked around at everyone and decided that someone was going to have to go over to the short woman otherwise no one would. She started to step forward when Oliver casually walked over to the woman and stood in front of her. "Well at least one of you isn't shy," Malkin smirked, and then looked all the way up at Oliver, "My you're a tall one, aren't you?" She laughed.
"I guess so." Oliver blushed.
"Oliver?" Madam Malkin gasped, "Oliver Wood?"
"You remember me?"
"Of course I do," she nudged, "I couldn't forget such a charming boy."
"Charming to get something," Chanse muttered under her breath, 'Chanse you're supposed to be nice to Oliver...He's your teammate!' her conscious kicked in, 'Oh shut up! He fucking cheated on her! I think she has all right to be pissed off!' another voice in her head shouted, 'Both of you get the hell out of my head!' Chanse shouted at both of them and started paying attention to Madam Malkin.
"Well how about you five go around the shop and pick out a nice robe and then I'll fit it on you," Madam Malkin smiled, "is that alright with everyone?"
They all nodded their heads and started slowly walking around the large brick shop. They walked in between the large racks that had long robes hanging on some while others had short robes hanging from them. "Oh the dress robes are upstairs." Malkin chuckled.
Everyone turned their attention up the beautiful mahogany stairs that led up to the second level that held the dress robes. One by one everyone followed the stout woman up the stairs to find gorgeous dress robes for women hanging on the walls while the men's dress robes were hanging on racks. "I'll leave you five to find your own robes." Malkin nodded her large head and waddled back down the stairs.
Chanse walked along the brick wall staring up at all the beautiful dress robes. She ran her fingers over the lace on a white robe, and then her fingers ran over the stain of a silver-grey robe. Chanse couldn't decide on which dress robe she wanted; they were all gorgeous in her eyes.
"Chanse have you decided on one?" Jonathan called from the top of the stairs.
"They're all beautiful; it's a little difficult," Chanse sighed, "what about you and the guys? Have you decided?"
"Yeah I was the last to find a robe," Jonathan held up a long crimson red robe, "Adam and Alfonso have already been fitted and Brandon's being fitted right now." Jonathan turned and quickly ran down the stairs so he could get in line to get fitted into his robe.
Chanse walked over to the railing and saw Adam, Alfonso, Oliver, and Jonathan all watching Madam Malkin fitted Brandon's Maroon robe. Adam had a charcoal colored robe hanging over his arms, while Alfonso had a jet-black robe hanging over his arms. Chanse looked over at Oliver who seemed to have a pile of navy blue fabric hanging over his arm.
Chanse took her eyes way from the boys and looked down at Brandon who stretched his arms out as Madam Malkin cast spells on the robe to make it fit Brandon better then it all ready did. She stared as pieces of fabric fell off the robe and went tumbling down to the floor. Chanse felt as though she was in a trance of some kind as she watched Malkin go to work on Brandon's robe, but quickly Chanse's trance was broken when she felt as though someone was watching her.
Chanse looked down at the people in the shop and no one was looking at her, so she turned around and saw no one behind her either. 'I better get a dress and get fitted so no one's waiting on me.' Chanse though.
She walked away from the railing and towards the dress robes when she stopped and saw a gorgeous robe out of the corner of her eye. She turned to her left and straight in front of her was a long dress robe hanging from the wall; the top part of it was white with a black ribbon across the stomach and the bottom part was black with a little white flower design on the lower left side of the robe.
Chanse walked up to the hanging robe, pulled it down, and draped it over her arm. She ran her fingers over the black satin ribbon and imagined herself wearing the gorgeous dress.
"Chanse hurry up!" Jonathan shouted from the lower level.
Chanse walked over to the railing, looked over, and saw Madam Malkin finishing the last measurements on Jonathan's robe. "Coming." Chanse shouted, as she ran over to the stairs and stopped.
She looked down and saw Jonathan slip out of his crimson red robe, and step off the platform and let Oliver stand on it. Chanse slowly walked down the stairs as she watched Oliver slid the robe over his head and Madam Malkin began to cut the giant robe so that it fit Oliver better. She gazed down at him and watched in amazement as the giant robe the used to fit Oliver all too well now fit Oliver just right.
"Ah just in time for me to fit your dress Chanse," Madam Malkin beamed, as she nudged Oliver to step off the platform.
Oliver followed Malkin's instructions and stepped off the platform. He stepped pasted Chanse and looked at her out of the corner of his eye. Chanse took a deep breath in and smelt the cologne that he always wore, Woodlands by Magic Company. She looked out of the corner of her eye at him and caught a glimpse of his deep brown eyes. Smelling his cologne and seeing his eyes made her remember everything that made her fall in love with him...but then she remembered what he had done to her.
"Come on." Madam Malkin smiled as she patted the platform, for Chanse to step onto.
"Coming." Chanse whispered as she gave Oliver one last glimpse and then she walked up onto the platform.
Madam Malkin pulled a tape measurer out of her pocket and let it go wild all over Chanse's body. "Why don't you boys head down to Quality Quidditch Supplies, while I fit Chanse's dress?"
"All right," Brandon smiled, as he paid the clerk for the robes.
Chanse watched as Brandon lead the boys out of the robe shop and down the street.
"Stop that!" Madam Malkin barked as she snatched the tape measurer from measuring Chanse's eyelashes.
Chanse stared out the window as she felt Madam Malkin cast spells to make her dress fit. She thought about how she still had feelings for Oliver but that the whole thing with him was too good to be true, 'To fairytale ending.' Chanse smirked in her head.
"Well you're done." Malkin huffed as she sat back and looked at her creation. "You'll knock Brandon's broomstick out from underneath him." She smirked.
"What are you talking about?" Chanse laughed.
"I see how Brandon looks at you...he likes you."
Chanse stopped and thought about her and Brandon. The first day she met him he made a funny comment, she laughed, and then he smiled at her. He has been nothing but nice to her since he has met her, but could his niceness really be him flirting with her?
"I doubt it." Chanse shrugged, as she walked into the dressing room and took off the dress and changed back into her regular Muggle clothes.
"I think so," Madam Malkin took the dress and put it in a protective case, "but you should really hurry up to the boys so you can get measured for your Puddlemere uniform." She smirked as she handed Chanse the dress robe.
Madam Malkin watched as Chanse picked up her dress, sprinted out of her shop, and down the street, "Denial is so obvious with these kids now a day." She shook her head and went back to work.
Chanse dodged through the large crowd of witches and wizards, walking down Diagon Alley, until she came upon Quality Quidditch Supplies. Chanse placed her hand on the doorknob and pushed the wooden door open. When she opened the door, she saw Brandon watching Alfonso getting his measurements taken.
"Alright next please." A short old man squeaked at the boys.
Chanse smiled and walked over to everyone, "You finished getting what you need?" Brandon whispered to Chanse.
Madam Malkin's comment quickly ran through Chanse's head before she answered, "Uh...yeah." She weakly smiled.
"Alright," Brandon turned back to the old man, "She'll go next." Chanse sharply looked up at Brandon, "Go on Chanse."
"Alright." Chanse shrugged as she walked up onto the platform, and stood still as the magical tape measurer whizzed around her body taking every measurement possible. 'Why am I so freaked out about Brandon Rosedale liking me...that is if he does.' Chanse thought, 'It's fucking Brandon Rosedale the most sought after Quidditch player out there.' Chanse reminded herself.
"All done missy." The man shooed her off the platform. "Well I have all your measurements so all I need to do now is create the robes," he smiled, "first I'll make the men's robes then I'll make the fine young lady's robe." Chanse blushed at the old man's comment.
"Well then men you can stay here while Chanse and I go get ice cream for everyone." Brandon smirked. "That is if you guys want ice cream and Chanse doesn't mind walking with me?"
"I want ice cream!" Alfonso shouted, and Adam and Jonathan nodded in agreement while Oliver disagreed.
"I don't want any."
"Chanse do you want some ice cream?" Brandon asked.
Chanse looked up at Brandon then at Oliver, who had his arms folded across his chest, "I'd love some." She turned and smiled at Brandon as she linked arms with him, and walked out of the shop.
Chanse followed Brandon, by crossing across the alley, and started to head down Diagon Alley towards Florean Fortescue Ice Cream Parlor. She thought about unlinking her arm from Brandon's arm but she decided not to. She didn't know why she didn't but something inside of Chanse told her not to unlink her arm.
Chanse followed Brandon down the alley, passing by Eeylops Owl Emporium, and then by Magical Instruments. Chanse passed by the window and saw a strange looking instrument that looked as if is was a very mixed up flute, but it still played beautifully. Then she saw a piano, which was marked, Muggle Piano Incanted to Play on It's Own, and it was playing the Muggle song, Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton.
Chanse began to hum along with the piano as she passed the shop and then she started to pass by another shop when Brandon stopped. "What are you humming?"
"Nothing." Chanse smirked playfully.
"Come on let me hear it."
"No," Chanse smirked, "it's a silly Muggle song."
"So?"
"You won't want to hear it." Chanse started to walk forward when Brandon pulled her back.
"Oh no you don't," he pulled her closer, "if you don't sing that song you're humming I'll tickle the crap out of you right here in the middle of Diagon Alley."
"I dare you too." Chanse smirked.
"You asked for it." Brandon shrugged as he grabbed Chanse and started to tickle her sides vigorously in the middle of Diagon Alley.
"Stop," Chanse laughed, "it." She tried to swat Brandon's hands away but she kept having to grab her stomach from laughing so hard.
Brandon laughed at the site of Chanse squirming so badly for Brandon to stop tickling her. He laughed until his laughter was stopped when Chanse fell into his arms. "Sorry." Chanse slightly laughed.
A smirk grew across Brandon's face, "You going to sing it?"
"Nope." Chanse smirked back.
"Well then," Brandon slid his arms around Chanse's waist, "Then I'm not letting you go."
"Really?" she smirked.
Chanse tried to squirm away from Brandon's muscular grip but it was too tight for her to get away. "I'll only let you go when you sing."
Chanse's shoulder dropped, "Fine." She huffed.
Chanse cleared her throat, and tuned everyone around her out and listened to the piano, which was halfway through the song already, "It's always time like these, When I think of you, And I wonder if you ever, Think of me. Cause everything's so wrong, And I don't belong, Living in your precious memories. Cause I need you, And I miss you, And now I wonder. If I could fall, Into the sky, Do you think time, Might pass me by, Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles, If I could just see you...Tonight..." Chanse's voice trailed off and she stared into Brandon's eyes.
"You have a gorgeous voice." Brandon whispered.
Chanse felt has if all of Diagon Alley disappeared and all that was left was her in Brandon's arms.
"Thanks." Chanse managed to whisper.
*FLASH*
All of Diagon Alley came flooding back to reality, as Chanse pushed out of Brandon's arms, and looked at the small man holding a camera staring back at her. She had no idea what was going on, and she felt as if everything was spinning around her.
"Come on!" Brandon yelled as he grabbed Chanse's hand and sprinted down the alley back to Quality Quidditch Supplies.
"Are they done?" Brandon huffed, loudly, as he busted through the door.
"Just finished." The old man beamed as he held up a pile of Puddlemere Quidditch robes.
"Ok," Brandon huffed and the turned back to Chanse, "Chanse I need you to take everyone and quickly get them on the train back to Puddletown."
"Why?" Chanse laughed at the sight of Brandon all flustered.
Brandon grabbed the robes in one hand and handed the old man the money to buy them, "No time to explain," He huffed to Chanse, "team walk quickly otherwise we'll miss our train."
"O...k." everyone grumbled under their breath as they followed Brandon out of the shop, quickly thanking the old man.
The five Reserves followed quickly behind their captain; dodging between people and running as fast as they could down Diagon Alley. They darted and dashed down through the alley. Brandon was trying to run as fast as he could so no one would notice their faces, while the Reserves were just trying to run to keep up with Brandon.
Finally, they reached the train station and boarded the train. On the ride home, they stayed in a much larger cabinet then before. There was plenty of room for everyone to walk around...It was almost like a very small lounge. There were leather chairs in two corners and a small sofa stretched across the other wall.
"Now," Chanse huffed as she sat down on the sofa next to Brandon, "you and I both know that this was NOT the train we were planning on catching," Chanse saw Brandon look away, "so why did we catch this one instead of the one we planned on?"
Brandon let out a small sigh, "Because of that photographer."
"What about him?" Chanse smiled.
"No one was supposed to give the Reserves publicity, till after your signing," Brandon's voice trailed off as he looked away.
"There's another reason too...Isn't there?" Chanse whispered.
"Yeah." Brandon softly sighed.
"What?" Chanse leaned closer, and placed her hand on Brandon's cheek and turned his face to face his.
"Um..."
"What?" Chanse said with a sparkle in her emerald eyes.
"Cause I didn't want him to have a picture of us like that."
"What's wrong with him having that picture?"
"It's going to be in the newspaper that I like you and I didn't want anyone to know," Brandon froze solid, "I mean I don't want anyone to think there's something between us."
Chanse sat still for a few seconds in shock that Brandon had just said that.
"I caught that," Chanse smirked
"Good," Brandon smiled, "I wanted you to." He smiled again as he slowly leaned in and kissed Chanse's cheek.
Chapter 18: Diagon Alley
Chanse slowly walked behind the boys as she stared at all the shops and stores as if it was her first time in Diagon Alley. "I know some of you from out of the United Kingdom have never even set foot in Diagon Alley," Brandon shouted over the noise of the alley, "so Madam Malkin's shop is just down the alley and on the right side of it."
Chanse nodded along with group, looked at Jonathan, Alfonso, and Adam, and watched as the three boys looked around the alley in amazement. Their faces would fill with so many mixed emotions that it was so amusing to watch as the boys would stare into shop windows and gasp at the wonders that lay inside of it. "Don't you have something like Diagon Alley back home?" Chanse whispered to Jonathan.
"Well yes," Jonathan smirked, "we have Malmara Alley...but it's nowhere near as impressive as Diagon Alley." Jonathan exclaimed as he looked inside Flourish and Blott's.
"Come on Jonathan!" Chanse shouted as she pulled Jonathan away from the window as down the alley to the group.
"Well here we are," Brandon exclaimed as he beamed up at the hanging sign that read Madam Malkin's Robe's of all Occasions.
Chanse wait eagerly as Brandon slowly opened the beautifully carved wooden door and revealed a large shop with gorgeous dress robes hanging all around. "Hello Madam Malkin." Brandon smiled as he hugged short stout women wearing a mauve robe.
"Oh Brandon it's so nice to see you again," she patted his back, "What bring you here?" She smiled, as she walked behind the counter and began sorting papers.
"Well Puddlemere is going to sign five new Reserves and they need something nice to wear when they sign, along with me needed something to present them in." Brandon laughed.
Madam Malkin set down her papers and waddled out from behind the desk, "Well where are these darlings?"
"Right over there." Brandon pointed to the five Reserves, as they stood close together by the entrance.
"Oh come here come here," she waddled to them, "I don't bite." She laughed.
Chanse looked around at everyone and decided that someone was going to have to go over to the short woman otherwise no one would. She started to step forward when Oliver casually walked over to the woman and stood in front of her. "Well at least one of you isn't shy," Malkin smirked, and then looked all the way up at Oliver, "My you're a tall one, aren't you?" She laughed.
"I guess so." Oliver blushed.
"Oliver?" Madam Malkin gasped, "Oliver Wood?"
"You remember me?"
"Of course I do," she nudged, "I couldn't forget such a charming boy."
"Charming to get something," Chanse muttered under her breath, 'Chanse you're supposed to be nice to Oliver...He's your teammate!' her conscious kicked in, 'Oh shut up! He fucking cheated on her! I think she has all right to be pissed off!' another voice in her head shouted, 'Both of you get the hell out of my head!' Chanse shouted at both of them and started paying attention to Madam Malkin.
"Well how about you five go around the shop and pick out a nice robe and then I'll fit it on you," Madam Malkin smiled, "is that alright with everyone?"
They all nodded their heads and started slowly walking around the large brick shop. They walked in between the large racks that had long robes hanging on some while others had short robes hanging from them. "Oh the dress robes are upstairs." Malkin chuckled.
Everyone turned their attention up the beautiful mahogany stairs that led up to the second level that held the dress robes. One by one everyone followed the stout woman up the stairs to find gorgeous dress robes for women hanging on the walls while the men's dress robes were hanging on racks. "I'll leave you five to find your own robes." Malkin nodded her large head and waddled back down the stairs.
Chanse walked along the brick wall staring up at all the beautiful dress robes. She ran her fingers over the lace on a white robe, and then her fingers ran over the stain of a silver-grey robe. Chanse couldn't decide on which dress robe she wanted; they were all gorgeous in her eyes.
"Chanse have you decided on one?" Jonathan called from the top of the stairs.
"They're all beautiful; it's a little difficult," Chanse sighed, "what about you and the guys? Have you decided?"
"Yeah I was the last to find a robe," Jonathan held up a long crimson red robe, "Adam and Alfonso have already been fitted and Brandon's being fitted right now." Jonathan turned and quickly ran down the stairs so he could get in line to get fitted into his robe.
Chanse walked over to the railing and saw Adam, Alfonso, Oliver, and Jonathan all watching Madam Malkin fitted Brandon's Maroon robe. Adam had a charcoal colored robe hanging over his arms, while Alfonso had a jet-black robe hanging over his arms. Chanse looked over at Oliver who seemed to have a pile of navy blue fabric hanging over his arm.
Chanse took her eyes way from the boys and looked down at Brandon who stretched his arms out as Madam Malkin cast spells on the robe to make it fit Brandon better then it all ready did. She stared as pieces of fabric fell off the robe and went tumbling down to the floor. Chanse felt as though she was in a trance of some kind as she watched Malkin go to work on Brandon's robe, but quickly Chanse's trance was broken when she felt as though someone was watching her.
Chanse looked down at the people in the shop and no one was looking at her, so she turned around and saw no one behind her either. 'I better get a dress and get fitted so no one's waiting on me.' Chanse though.
She walked away from the railing and towards the dress robes when she stopped and saw a gorgeous robe out of the corner of her eye. She turned to her left and straight in front of her was a long dress robe hanging from the wall; the top part of it was white with a black ribbon across the stomach and the bottom part was black with a little white flower design on the lower left side of the robe.
Chanse walked up to the hanging robe, pulled it down, and draped it over her arm. She ran her fingers over the black satin ribbon and imagined herself wearing the gorgeous dress.
"Chanse hurry up!" Jonathan shouted from the lower level.
Chanse walked over to the railing, looked over, and saw Madam Malkin finishing the last measurements on Jonathan's robe. "Coming." Chanse shouted, as she ran over to the stairs and stopped.
She looked down and saw Jonathan slip out of his crimson red robe, and step off the platform and let Oliver stand on it. Chanse slowly walked down the stairs as she watched Oliver slid the robe over his head and Madam Malkin began to cut the giant robe so that it fit Oliver better. She gazed down at him and watched in amazement as the giant robe the used to fit Oliver all too well now fit Oliver just right.
"Ah just in time for me to fit your dress Chanse," Madam Malkin beamed, as she nudged Oliver to step off the platform.
Oliver followed Malkin's instructions and stepped off the platform. He stepped pasted Chanse and looked at her out of the corner of his eye. Chanse took a deep breath in and smelt the cologne that he always wore, Woodlands by Magic Company. She looked out of the corner of her eye at him and caught a glimpse of his deep brown eyes. Smelling his cologne and seeing his eyes made her remember everything that made her fall in love with him...but then she remembered what he had done to her.
"Come on." Madam Malkin smiled as she patted the platform, for Chanse to step onto.
"Coming." Chanse whispered as she gave Oliver one last glimpse and then she walked up onto the platform.
Madam Malkin pulled a tape measurer out of her pocket and let it go wild all over Chanse's body. "Why don't you boys head down to Quality Quidditch Supplies, while I fit Chanse's dress?"
"All right," Brandon smiled, as he paid the clerk for the robes.
Chanse watched as Brandon lead the boys out of the robe shop and down the street.
"Stop that!" Madam Malkin barked as she snatched the tape measurer from measuring Chanse's eyelashes.
Chanse stared out the window as she felt Madam Malkin cast spells to make her dress fit. She thought about how she still had feelings for Oliver but that the whole thing with him was too good to be true, 'To fairytale ending.' Chanse smirked in her head.
"Well you're done." Malkin huffed as she sat back and looked at her creation. "You'll knock Brandon's broomstick out from underneath him." She smirked.
"What are you talking about?" Chanse laughed.
"I see how Brandon looks at you...he likes you."
Chanse stopped and thought about her and Brandon. The first day she met him he made a funny comment, she laughed, and then he smiled at her. He has been nothing but nice to her since he has met her, but could his niceness really be him flirting with her?
"I doubt it." Chanse shrugged, as she walked into the dressing room and took off the dress and changed back into her regular Muggle clothes.
"I think so," Madam Malkin took the dress and put it in a protective case, "but you should really hurry up to the boys so you can get measured for your Puddlemere uniform." She smirked as she handed Chanse the dress robe.
Madam Malkin watched as Chanse picked up her dress, sprinted out of her shop, and down the street, "Denial is so obvious with these kids now a day." She shook her head and went back to work.
Chanse dodged through the large crowd of witches and wizards, walking down Diagon Alley, until she came upon Quality Quidditch Supplies. Chanse placed her hand on the doorknob and pushed the wooden door open. When she opened the door, she saw Brandon watching Alfonso getting his measurements taken.
"Alright next please." A short old man squeaked at the boys.
Chanse smiled and walked over to everyone, "You finished getting what you need?" Brandon whispered to Chanse.
Madam Malkin's comment quickly ran through Chanse's head before she answered, "Uh...yeah." She weakly smiled.
"Alright," Brandon turned back to the old man, "She'll go next." Chanse sharply looked up at Brandon, "Go on Chanse."
"Alright." Chanse shrugged as she walked up onto the platform, and stood still as the magical tape measurer whizzed around her body taking every measurement possible. 'Why am I so freaked out about Brandon Rosedale liking me...that is if he does.' Chanse thought, 'It's fucking Brandon Rosedale the most sought after Quidditch player out there.' Chanse reminded herself.
"All done missy." The man shooed her off the platform. "Well I have all your measurements so all I need to do now is create the robes," he smiled, "first I'll make the men's robes then I'll make the fine young lady's robe." Chanse blushed at the old man's comment.
"Well then men you can stay here while Chanse and I go get ice cream for everyone." Brandon smirked. "That is if you guys want ice cream and Chanse doesn't mind walking with me?"
"I want ice cream!" Alfonso shouted, and Adam and Jonathan nodded in agreement while Oliver disagreed.
"I don't want any."
"Chanse do you want some ice cream?" Brandon asked.
Chanse looked up at Brandon then at Oliver, who had his arms folded across his chest, "I'd love some." She turned and smiled at Brandon as she linked arms with him, and walked out of the shop.
Chanse followed Brandon, by crossing across the alley, and started to head down Diagon Alley towards Florean Fortescue Ice Cream Parlor. She thought about unlinking her arm from Brandon's arm but she decided not to. She didn't know why she didn't but something inside of Chanse told her not to unlink her arm.
Chanse followed Brandon down the alley, passing by Eeylops Owl Emporium, and then by Magical Instruments. Chanse passed by the window and saw a strange looking instrument that looked as if is was a very mixed up flute, but it still played beautifully. Then she saw a piano, which was marked, Muggle Piano Incanted to Play on It's Own, and it was playing the Muggle song, Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton.
Chanse began to hum along with the piano as she passed the shop and then she started to pass by another shop when Brandon stopped. "What are you humming?"
"Nothing." Chanse smirked playfully.
"Come on let me hear it."
"No," Chanse smirked, "it's a silly Muggle song."
"So?"
"You won't want to hear it." Chanse started to walk forward when Brandon pulled her back.
"Oh no you don't," he pulled her closer, "if you don't sing that song you're humming I'll tickle the crap out of you right here in the middle of Diagon Alley."
"I dare you too." Chanse smirked.
"You asked for it." Brandon shrugged as he grabbed Chanse and started to tickle her sides vigorously in the middle of Diagon Alley.
"Stop," Chanse laughed, "it." She tried to swat Brandon's hands away but she kept having to grab her stomach from laughing so hard.
Brandon laughed at the site of Chanse squirming so badly for Brandon to stop tickling her. He laughed until his laughter was stopped when Chanse fell into his arms. "Sorry." Chanse slightly laughed.
A smirk grew across Brandon's face, "You going to sing it?"
"Nope." Chanse smirked back.
"Well then," Brandon slid his arms around Chanse's waist, "Then I'm not letting you go."
"Really?" she smirked.
Chanse tried to squirm away from Brandon's muscular grip but it was too tight for her to get away. "I'll only let you go when you sing."
Chanse's shoulder dropped, "Fine." She huffed.
Chanse cleared her throat, and tuned everyone around her out and listened to the piano, which was halfway through the song already, "It's always time like these, When I think of you, And I wonder if you ever, Think of me. Cause everything's so wrong, And I don't belong, Living in your precious memories. Cause I need you, And I miss you, And now I wonder. If I could fall, Into the sky, Do you think time, Might pass me by, Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles, If I could just see you...Tonight..." Chanse's voice trailed off and she stared into Brandon's eyes.
"You have a gorgeous voice." Brandon whispered.
Chanse felt has if all of Diagon Alley disappeared and all that was left was her in Brandon's arms.
"Thanks." Chanse managed to whisper.
*FLASH*
All of Diagon Alley came flooding back to reality, as Chanse pushed out of Brandon's arms, and looked at the small man holding a camera staring back at her. She had no idea what was going on, and she felt as if everything was spinning around her.
"Come on!" Brandon yelled as he grabbed Chanse's hand and sprinted down the alley back to Quality Quidditch Supplies.
"Are they done?" Brandon huffed, loudly, as he busted through the door.
"Just finished." The old man beamed as he held up a pile of Puddlemere Quidditch robes.
"Ok," Brandon huffed and the turned back to Chanse, "Chanse I need you to take everyone and quickly get them on the train back to Puddletown."
"Why?" Chanse laughed at the sight of Brandon all flustered.
Brandon grabbed the robes in one hand and handed the old man the money to buy them, "No time to explain," He huffed to Chanse, "team walk quickly otherwise we'll miss our train."
"O...k." everyone grumbled under their breath as they followed Brandon out of the shop, quickly thanking the old man.
The five Reserves followed quickly behind their captain; dodging between people and running as fast as they could down Diagon Alley. They darted and dashed down through the alley. Brandon was trying to run as fast as he could so no one would notice their faces, while the Reserves were just trying to run to keep up with Brandon.
Finally, they reached the train station and boarded the train. On the ride home, they stayed in a much larger cabinet then before. There was plenty of room for everyone to walk around...It was almost like a very small lounge. There were leather chairs in two corners and a small sofa stretched across the other wall.
"Now," Chanse huffed as she sat down on the sofa next to Brandon, "you and I both know that this was NOT the train we were planning on catching," Chanse saw Brandon look away, "so why did we catch this one instead of the one we planned on?"
Brandon let out a small sigh, "Because of that photographer."
"What about him?" Chanse smiled.
"No one was supposed to give the Reserves publicity, till after your signing," Brandon's voice trailed off as he looked away.
"There's another reason too...Isn't there?" Chanse whispered.
"Yeah." Brandon softly sighed.
"What?" Chanse leaned closer, and placed her hand on Brandon's cheek and turned his face to face his.
"Um..."
"What?" Chanse said with a sparkle in her emerald eyes.
"Cause I didn't want him to have a picture of us like that."
"What's wrong with him having that picture?"
"It's going to be in the newspaper that I like you and I didn't want anyone to know," Brandon froze solid, "I mean I don't want anyone to think there's something between us."
Chanse sat still for a few seconds in shock that Brandon had just said that.
"I caught that," Chanse smirked
"Good," Brandon smiled, "I wanted you to." He smiled again as he slowly leaned in and kissed Chanse's cheek.