Chapter 19: Till Tomorrow
They arrived back in Puddletown, and boarded the Knight Bus and drove home, to the Puddlemere United House.
"I'm so tired." Chanse huffed as she fell on top of her bed.
"Me too." Jonathan sighed as he sat down next to Chanse.
Everyone sat on their beds in exhaustion from doing all the preparation for the signing then running after Brandon through Diagon Alley.
"So what was with you and Brandon?" Jonathan smiled at Chanse.
"What do you mean?" she asked as she sat up.
"You two seemed pretty cozy on the sofa on the train ride home." Jonathan smirked.
Chanse smirked at Jonathan.
"Hey Oliver where you going?" Alfonso asked.
Chanse looked away from Jonathan and saw Oliver walking towards the bedroom door. "I need some air." He huffed.
"What's wrong with him?" Jonathan asked.
Chanse stared at the door in disgusted, "Frankly I don't give a damn." She smiled. 'You've been too busy worrying about hurting Oliver if you hook up with another guy that you haven't been acting like yourself...AT ALL!' Chanse told herself in her head, 'Not to mention the fact that Brandon Rosedale likes you and if you keep worrying about hurting Oliver you could loose a great guy like Brandon!'
"What are you thinking about Chanse?" Jonathan asked with a nudge.
A smile slowly grew across Chanse's face, "I'll be right back." She said as she stood up and walked out of the room.
Chanse pulled the door shut and then looked down the hall, "Where would he be at?" she whispered to herself. She jogged down the long stairs and stopped on the last one, and looked both ways, "Which way?" she whispered, again.
Chanse turned to her left, towards the kitchen. She started to push the door open but she heard someone inside of it talking. She pressed her ear against the door and listened. "What were you thinking Brandon?" a voice yelled.
"How was I supposed to know there was going to be a photographer?" Brandon shouted.
"I don't know," the voice, which Chanse recognized as the manager, Reilly Kane, "but you shouldn't have pranced around Diagon Alley with the players!" he shouted.
"I'm sorry! What do you want to hear from me, huh?" Brandon yelled.
"I want you to promise me you won't try to push for a relationship with Miss Chanse Potter."
Chanse jaw dropped, "Relationship?" Chanse mouthed.
"But..." Brandon started
"But nothing!" Reilly yelled, "She is a player, not your girlfriend...If you got together and then broke up, it could really hurt the team!"
"What happens if we stay together?!"
"What happens if you don't?!" Reilly countered, "Just promise me otherwise I'll bench you, or worse..." Chanse pressed closer to the door to hear Reilly but he whispered.
There was silence in the kitchen and Chanse started to back away from the door, in fear that someone would walk out, when she heard Brandon talk. "What am I to do about the photographer then?"
Chanse heard footsteps toward the door, so she quickly ran into a small nook in the wall. She heard the door open and then shortly after she saw Reilly walking out into the front hall, with Brandon walking behind him. "We can't do anything about him," he sighed, "we can just deny anything he says about you and Chanse being a couple."
"How are we going to do that?" Brandon questioned, "He has a picture of me holding Chanse in my arms."
"We'll say that someone bumped into her and she fell in your arms." Reilly smirked, very proud of himself for thinking of such an in genius plan.
"She's singing to me in the picture." Brandon smirked.
"Well," Reilly searched in brain to think of another plan, "Um..."
"What's the problem with me dating Chanse?" Brandon interjected, "If we dated we would draw more fans to Puddlemere, cause Chanse and I would be such a great couple."
Reilly thought of the idea of promoting Chanse and Brandon as 'The Cutest Couple Alive', and drawing more fans to Puddlemere (not that he needed anymore). "It's a good thought," Reilly smiled, and Brandon had a huge smiled stretched across his face, "but as the manager I have to look out what's best for the team, and if you two dated and broke up on bad terms it could seriously affect the team."
"But..." Brandon tried again to plead his case to date Chanse.
"Brandon that the end of this discussion and if you want to continue it I will take serious measures, in which you know what I'm talking about." Reilly scowled as he left the house.
Chanse watched as Brandon slowly dragged his feet on the ground as he walked into the lounge and sat down in front of the fire. Chanse had never seen someone stand up for her as much as Brandon did. She slowly walked over to the lounge, with words and actions of what to do and say racing through her head.
"I heard what you did." Chanse said softly, making Brandon quickly turn around.
"You did?" Brandon asked in shock.
"Yeah." Chanse slightly smiled, as she slowly made her way over to the couch.
"Oh." Brandon blushed as he watched, out of the corner of his eye, Chanse sit down, "It was nothing." He looked down at the couch cushion in embarrassment that Chanse had accidentally heard exactly how he felt about her.
"No," Chanse raised Brandon's head, "this may be a movie line but it's true..."
"What?"
"It was something." Chanse leaned forward and kissed Brandon's cheek.
"Can I use a movie line?" Brandon smiled.
"Yeah, sure." Chanse smiled back.
"I would really like to kiss you."
Chanse's mouth slightly dropped open, in shock that Brandon Rosedale had just asked to kiss her, "It's movie line night," Chanse whispered, "because I have one to respond to yours..."
"And that is?"
"What's stopping you?" Chanse smirked.
Brandon slowly raised his hand and placed it softly on Chanse's cheek, and started to gently pull her forward. They both closed their eyes, and felt their bodies fill with fire as they waited for their lips to meet.
"Chanse you have mail!" Jonathan yelled from the top of the stairs.
Chanse and Brandon shot to opposite sides of the couch at the sound of Jonathan's voice.
"I'll get it later!" Chanse yelled back, as she smiled at Brandon, who moved to the middle of the couch.
"It's from Hogwarts and it's marked urgent!" Jonathan yelled.
Chanse's shoulder sunk and she turned back to Brandon, "I have to go open my mail." She whispered, as she stood up.
"Ok." Brandon sighed, as he stood up.
Chanse turned and started to walk away from the couch when she felt the warm touch of Brandon's hand around her wrist. She turned her head around and felt Brandon gently pull her closer to him as he quickly placed his lips on hers. Chanse's body was filled with fire, but as quickly as the fire roared it died down.
Brandon pulled away from the kiss, before Chanse could enjoy it anymore. Chanse started to open her mouth to say something when...
"CHANSE!" Jonathan screamed.
Chanse quickly looked at the staircase where she heard Jonathan walking down the stairs. "Go to go." Chanse smiled, as she leaned up a placed a quick kiss on Brandon's cheek, as she ran out of the lounge, and up the stairs.
"There you are." Jonathan huffed.
"Damn, you honestly couldn't wait a couple minutes?" Chanse huffed, playfully but still a little serious.
"Nope," Jonathan smiled, "Here."
He handed Chanse a small vanilla envelope with beautiful purple writing on the front of it, addressed to Chanse. "Thanks." Chanse smiled as she ran off the Reserves' room.
She flung open the door, ran over to her bed, and sat down on it. She tore open the letter and pulled out a thick pile of letters. She unfolded the letters and started to read it:
Hey Chanse, it's Angelina and Cho...
"Who's it from?" a voice asked.
Chanse looked across the room and saw Oliver sitting across from her. "Angelina and Cho." Chanse said coldly.
"I thought you said you were going to be nicer to me."
"I thought you'd stop being a jackass." Chanse shot back.
"I'm not!" Oliver stood up frustrated.
"You are too!" Chanse shouted back, and stood up too, "What the hell was with you storming out of here today?"
Oliver looked away like either he didn't have a good reason why, or he didn't want to say his reason, "I would call that being a jackass." Chanse smirked, "Not to mention I know why you did that."
"Why then?" Oliver scowled.
"Because Jonathan brought up Brandon," Chanse watched as Oliver's face scrunched at the mention of Brandon's name, "I've seen how you've given Brandon dirty looks!" Oliver looked away in embarrassment, "You know what Oliver"
"What?" Oliver said discussed in where the conversation was going.
"I'm a big girl, who wants to never date you again, cause she was hurt by you," Oliver looked up at Chanse, "but I've gotten over that and you, and I've moved on."
"To Brandon."
"So what if I have?"
"He's not right for you." Oliver pleaded.
"Then who is? You?"
"Yes."
"Then why did you cheat on me?"
Oliver looked away then back up at Chanse, "I didn't."
Chanse walked over to Oliver, got in his face, and whispered, "Think what you want to think, because I'm sure as hell going to think what I want to!" Chanse stormed out of the room.
Chanse walked down the hall until she came upon the library and the second floor. She walked in and saw one of the first-string Chasers reading a book on Quidditch tactics. She walked over to the corner where she found a large reading chair. She sunk into the chair and began to reread the letter:
Hey Chanse, it's Angelina and Cho.
How's the whole Puddlemere thing working out?
Oh shut up Cho...Ok so Cho doesn't bore you with pointless questions, I'll write from now on so we clear up the important questions...
"Important questions?" Chanse laughed.
What's with that article about you and Brandon Rosedale? Huh huh? We saw you singing to him in Diagon Alley while he held you in his arms!?
Oh shut Angelina...This is Cho now...But seriously what was up with that? Oh Angelina wants me to call you a lucky bitch for getting with Brandon (I agree...Lucky bitch).
Anyways, we just wanted to write you. We're in Care of Magical Creatures right now...
Oh look at Miss Cho Chang breaking rules...
Shut up Angelina, you're just wasting paper! Well by the time you get this well be headed to Potions!
*Gags*
Damnit Angelina stop that! OK well we enclosed the list of all the students who are going to come to your signing.
Love, Cho
Love (only like a friend though), Angelina
Chanse let out a small laugh, as she folded the letter and placed it back inside the envelope. She then grabbed the thick pile of letters, which was the list of students coming to her signing. She slowly unfolded the sheets of parchment and slid them apart to see how many of them. "Four sheets were used?" Chanse gasped.
She read over the list of names: Lenna Angelus, Katie Bell, Liz Bione, Lavender Brown, Kirstyn Burgh, Colin Creevey, Alisha Enchantra, Seamus Finnigan, Emily Goh, Hermione Granger, Jamie Gurrath, Angelina Johnson, Lee Jordan, Neville Longbottom, Natalie McDonald, Fay Mystically, Parvati Patil, Flora Signally, Alicia Spinnet, Dean Thomas, Percy Weasley, Fred & George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Hannah Abbott, Fancy Ashton, Susan Bones, Kicki Boxton, Maggie Bradshaw, Brooke Congar, Jen Diamond, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Ernie MacMillan, Terry Boot, Mandy Brocklehurst, Cho Chang, Penelope Clearwater, Anna Marie Davis, Roger Davis, Brie Decflutie, Laramie Deirdre, Jessica Halliwell, Su Li, Padma Patil, Orla Quirke, Master Stebbins, Lisa Turpin, Peter Adamson, Malcolm Baddock, Vincent Crabbe, Marcus Flint, Gregory Goyle, Madeleine Luvboiness, Draco Malfoy, Summers Marijun, Pansy Parkinson, Musey Shadun, Alexis Wearson, and last was Blaise Zabini.
"They all wanted to come?" Chanse smiled, "But no one had signed up when I checked...Oh well." She sighed, as she stuffed the parchment in the envelope and jogged back down to the Reserves' room, praying that Oliver wasn't there.
She reached the door, where she took a deep breath in and then finally opened the door. Oliver was nowhere in sight. She sighed in relief and walked over to her bed where she sat down, and looked over the list again, "I still can't believe all these people are coming to the..." Chanse's voice trailed off, "Where's Harry's name?" Chanse gasped.
She looked the four sheets repeatedly, but didn't see Harry's name anywhere on any of the four...
A week pasted in the Puddlemere United House and everyone became very excited because in the next twenty-four hours Adam Wheeler, Alfonso Quito, Jonathan Coyous, Oliver Wood, and Chanse Potter would all be signed as official Puddlemere United Reserve Players.
The night pasted and everyone woke early in the morning.
"Rise and shine my soon-to-be teammates." Brandon beamed as he pulled the curtain open, making the sunshine flood in the room.
"Ah!" everyone groaned as they looked away from the window.
"Hey you guys need to get up," Brandon laughed, "Durmstrang, Norse, and Hogwarts students and faculty are already in Puddletown."
"They are?!" Jonathan gasped.
"Actually to be exact they're outside in the backyard," Brandon chuckled as he walked over to the door, "We let you sleep in as long as possible but if you want to make your signing you need to get up...NOW!" Brandon yelled as he shut the door behind him.
Everyone sat in bed for a few seconds and let what Brandon told them sink in all the way.
"Well here we go." Jonathan whispered to Chanse, as he became the first to get out of bed.
When everyone heard Jonathan moving around, they all jumped out of bed and rushed around the room. Everyone bumped into everyone has their, once, large room seemed to have closed in on them and made it hard to run around without hitting someone.
Chanse ran to the bathroom, to get in the shower, but when she reached the doorknob and giggled it...It was locked. She turned around to run to another room to use that shower but when she turned around there was no one left in the room. "Damnit!" Chanse huffed as she sat on the bed.
Chanse looked around the room and it seemed to have a magical since about it; as if fairies came in the night and sprinkled fairy dust everywhere. The corner of Chanse's mouth turned up as she thought about how lucky she was.
She slowly stood up and shuffled over to the window where she saw in the distance a crowd of mass witches and wizards crowded around and small stage.
"You ready to do this Chanse?" A voice came from behind.
Chanse turned around and saw Jonathan standing in the bathroom doorway in a yellow towel. "Ready as I'll ever be." Chanse smirked as she walked over to him. "Now get out of my way." She smiled.
"What happens if I don't?" Jonathan smirked.
"I'll rip that little yellow towel off of you."
"I'm moving." Jonathan said sheepishly as he stepped aside.
Chanse quickly discarded her clothes and took the quickest shower she had ever taking. When she was finished she grabbed the pink towel that was on the steamy counter, "Not a fan of pink but it's will do." Chanse laughed.
She gripped the steamy doorknob and twisted it open. When she stood in the doorway with steam billowing out from behind herself she saw Adam, Oliver, Jonathan, and Alfonso dressed and ready to go standing there. "Hello boys." Chanse smirked, as she walked over to her vanity mirror.
"When will you be ready?" Adam huffed, as he watched Chanse apply her eye shadow.
"Just go on down." Chanse smiled, as she started to apply her mascara.
"It's ok we'll wait." Alfonso smiled.
"No go!" Chanse set down her blush brush and stared at them, "I'm not close to being ready, not point in all of us being late."
"If you insist." Adam smiled, as he ran out of the room.
"Bye." Alfonso smiled as ran after Adam.
Jonathan walked over to Chanse, "See you there liten søster." He kissed her cheek and ran after Alfonso and Adam.
Oliver walked over to Chanse and tried to lean in to kiss her cheek but she leaned away. Oliver nodded his head, "Bye." He whispered and walked out of the room.
Chanse quickly finished applying her makeup, charmed her hair into a trendy hairstyle, and then she grabbed her dress robe and slid it onto her body; she zipped herself up and then took off running towards the courtyard.
Chanse ran down the front hall stairs, out the back down, down the backyard stairs, through the garden, and to the back of the stage. She heard Brandon introduce Jonathan has she ran up the stage stairs. She looked around to see where the guys were but she saw they were already on stage.
"And last, but nowhere near least...Miss Chanse Potter." Brandon beamed, as he began clapping, with, what sounded like, hundreds of other people clapping.
Chanse fixed straighten her dress and the quickly walked out onto the stage. She smiled out at the crowd and saw so many faces staring at her; photographers, her parents, her friends, and even some of her professors. She walked to her seat, which was next to Jonathan and closest to Brandon, and stared out at everyone.
Brandon looked out at the audience and said a few words, which flew right through one of Chanse's ears and out the other.
"Here Chanse." Brandon smiled.
Chanse shook her head and looked up at Brandon who was holding a sleek black pen in his hand. "Thank you." Chanse smiled, as she raised her hand up and gripped the pen.
She watched as Brandon made his way down the line of Reserves and handed each of them a pen, and then walked back to the podium. "Well," Brandon cleared his throat, directing everyone's attention up at him, even the Reserves, "if you five," Brandon turned to Adam, Oliver, Alfonso, Jonathan, and Chanse, "want to commit your life, after you graduate, to Puddlemere United you may now sign." He smiled.
They arrived back in Puddletown, and boarded the Knight Bus and drove home, to the Puddlemere United House.
"I'm so tired." Chanse huffed as she fell on top of her bed.
"Me too." Jonathan sighed as he sat down next to Chanse.
Everyone sat on their beds in exhaustion from doing all the preparation for the signing then running after Brandon through Diagon Alley.
"So what was with you and Brandon?" Jonathan smiled at Chanse.
"What do you mean?" she asked as she sat up.
"You two seemed pretty cozy on the sofa on the train ride home." Jonathan smirked.
Chanse smirked at Jonathan.
"Hey Oliver where you going?" Alfonso asked.
Chanse looked away from Jonathan and saw Oliver walking towards the bedroom door. "I need some air." He huffed.
"What's wrong with him?" Jonathan asked.
Chanse stared at the door in disgusted, "Frankly I don't give a damn." She smiled. 'You've been too busy worrying about hurting Oliver if you hook up with another guy that you haven't been acting like yourself...AT ALL!' Chanse told herself in her head, 'Not to mention the fact that Brandon Rosedale likes you and if you keep worrying about hurting Oliver you could loose a great guy like Brandon!'
"What are you thinking about Chanse?" Jonathan asked with a nudge.
A smile slowly grew across Chanse's face, "I'll be right back." She said as she stood up and walked out of the room.
Chanse pulled the door shut and then looked down the hall, "Where would he be at?" she whispered to herself. She jogged down the long stairs and stopped on the last one, and looked both ways, "Which way?" she whispered, again.
Chanse turned to her left, towards the kitchen. She started to push the door open but she heard someone inside of it talking. She pressed her ear against the door and listened. "What were you thinking Brandon?" a voice yelled.
"How was I supposed to know there was going to be a photographer?" Brandon shouted.
"I don't know," the voice, which Chanse recognized as the manager, Reilly Kane, "but you shouldn't have pranced around Diagon Alley with the players!" he shouted.
"I'm sorry! What do you want to hear from me, huh?" Brandon yelled.
"I want you to promise me you won't try to push for a relationship with Miss Chanse Potter."
Chanse jaw dropped, "Relationship?" Chanse mouthed.
"But..." Brandon started
"But nothing!" Reilly yelled, "She is a player, not your girlfriend...If you got together and then broke up, it could really hurt the team!"
"What happens if we stay together?!"
"What happens if you don't?!" Reilly countered, "Just promise me otherwise I'll bench you, or worse..." Chanse pressed closer to the door to hear Reilly but he whispered.
There was silence in the kitchen and Chanse started to back away from the door, in fear that someone would walk out, when she heard Brandon talk. "What am I to do about the photographer then?"
Chanse heard footsteps toward the door, so she quickly ran into a small nook in the wall. She heard the door open and then shortly after she saw Reilly walking out into the front hall, with Brandon walking behind him. "We can't do anything about him," he sighed, "we can just deny anything he says about you and Chanse being a couple."
"How are we going to do that?" Brandon questioned, "He has a picture of me holding Chanse in my arms."
"We'll say that someone bumped into her and she fell in your arms." Reilly smirked, very proud of himself for thinking of such an in genius plan.
"She's singing to me in the picture." Brandon smirked.
"Well," Reilly searched in brain to think of another plan, "Um..."
"What's the problem with me dating Chanse?" Brandon interjected, "If we dated we would draw more fans to Puddlemere, cause Chanse and I would be such a great couple."
Reilly thought of the idea of promoting Chanse and Brandon as 'The Cutest Couple Alive', and drawing more fans to Puddlemere (not that he needed anymore). "It's a good thought," Reilly smiled, and Brandon had a huge smiled stretched across his face, "but as the manager I have to look out what's best for the team, and if you two dated and broke up on bad terms it could seriously affect the team."
"But..." Brandon tried again to plead his case to date Chanse.
"Brandon that the end of this discussion and if you want to continue it I will take serious measures, in which you know what I'm talking about." Reilly scowled as he left the house.
Chanse watched as Brandon slowly dragged his feet on the ground as he walked into the lounge and sat down in front of the fire. Chanse had never seen someone stand up for her as much as Brandon did. She slowly walked over to the lounge, with words and actions of what to do and say racing through her head.
"I heard what you did." Chanse said softly, making Brandon quickly turn around.
"You did?" Brandon asked in shock.
"Yeah." Chanse slightly smiled, as she slowly made her way over to the couch.
"Oh." Brandon blushed as he watched, out of the corner of his eye, Chanse sit down, "It was nothing." He looked down at the couch cushion in embarrassment that Chanse had accidentally heard exactly how he felt about her.
"No," Chanse raised Brandon's head, "this may be a movie line but it's true..."
"What?"
"It was something." Chanse leaned forward and kissed Brandon's cheek.
"Can I use a movie line?" Brandon smiled.
"Yeah, sure." Chanse smiled back.
"I would really like to kiss you."
Chanse's mouth slightly dropped open, in shock that Brandon Rosedale had just asked to kiss her, "It's movie line night," Chanse whispered, "because I have one to respond to yours..."
"And that is?"
"What's stopping you?" Chanse smirked.
Brandon slowly raised his hand and placed it softly on Chanse's cheek, and started to gently pull her forward. They both closed their eyes, and felt their bodies fill with fire as they waited for their lips to meet.
"Chanse you have mail!" Jonathan yelled from the top of the stairs.
Chanse and Brandon shot to opposite sides of the couch at the sound of Jonathan's voice.
"I'll get it later!" Chanse yelled back, as she smiled at Brandon, who moved to the middle of the couch.
"It's from Hogwarts and it's marked urgent!" Jonathan yelled.
Chanse's shoulder sunk and she turned back to Brandon, "I have to go open my mail." She whispered, as she stood up.
"Ok." Brandon sighed, as he stood up.
Chanse turned and started to walk away from the couch when she felt the warm touch of Brandon's hand around her wrist. She turned her head around and felt Brandon gently pull her closer to him as he quickly placed his lips on hers. Chanse's body was filled with fire, but as quickly as the fire roared it died down.
Brandon pulled away from the kiss, before Chanse could enjoy it anymore. Chanse started to open her mouth to say something when...
"CHANSE!" Jonathan screamed.
Chanse quickly looked at the staircase where she heard Jonathan walking down the stairs. "Go to go." Chanse smiled, as she leaned up a placed a quick kiss on Brandon's cheek, as she ran out of the lounge, and up the stairs.
"There you are." Jonathan huffed.
"Damn, you honestly couldn't wait a couple minutes?" Chanse huffed, playfully but still a little serious.
"Nope," Jonathan smiled, "Here."
He handed Chanse a small vanilla envelope with beautiful purple writing on the front of it, addressed to Chanse. "Thanks." Chanse smiled as she ran off the Reserves' room.
She flung open the door, ran over to her bed, and sat down on it. She tore open the letter and pulled out a thick pile of letters. She unfolded the letters and started to read it:
Hey Chanse, it's Angelina and Cho...
"Who's it from?" a voice asked.
Chanse looked across the room and saw Oliver sitting across from her. "Angelina and Cho." Chanse said coldly.
"I thought you said you were going to be nicer to me."
"I thought you'd stop being a jackass." Chanse shot back.
"I'm not!" Oliver stood up frustrated.
"You are too!" Chanse shouted back, and stood up too, "What the hell was with you storming out of here today?"
Oliver looked away like either he didn't have a good reason why, or he didn't want to say his reason, "I would call that being a jackass." Chanse smirked, "Not to mention I know why you did that."
"Why then?" Oliver scowled.
"Because Jonathan brought up Brandon," Chanse watched as Oliver's face scrunched at the mention of Brandon's name, "I've seen how you've given Brandon dirty looks!" Oliver looked away in embarrassment, "You know what Oliver"
"What?" Oliver said discussed in where the conversation was going.
"I'm a big girl, who wants to never date you again, cause she was hurt by you," Oliver looked up at Chanse, "but I've gotten over that and you, and I've moved on."
"To Brandon."
"So what if I have?"
"He's not right for you." Oliver pleaded.
"Then who is? You?"
"Yes."
"Then why did you cheat on me?"
Oliver looked away then back up at Chanse, "I didn't."
Chanse walked over to Oliver, got in his face, and whispered, "Think what you want to think, because I'm sure as hell going to think what I want to!" Chanse stormed out of the room.
Chanse walked down the hall until she came upon the library and the second floor. She walked in and saw one of the first-string Chasers reading a book on Quidditch tactics. She walked over to the corner where she found a large reading chair. She sunk into the chair and began to reread the letter:
Hey Chanse, it's Angelina and Cho.
How's the whole Puddlemere thing working out?
Oh shut up Cho...Ok so Cho doesn't bore you with pointless questions, I'll write from now on so we clear up the important questions...
"Important questions?" Chanse laughed.
What's with that article about you and Brandon Rosedale? Huh huh? We saw you singing to him in Diagon Alley while he held you in his arms!?
Oh shut Angelina...This is Cho now...But seriously what was up with that? Oh Angelina wants me to call you a lucky bitch for getting with Brandon (I agree...Lucky bitch).
Anyways, we just wanted to write you. We're in Care of Magical Creatures right now...
Oh look at Miss Cho Chang breaking rules...
Shut up Angelina, you're just wasting paper! Well by the time you get this well be headed to Potions!
*Gags*
Damnit Angelina stop that! OK well we enclosed the list of all the students who are going to come to your signing.
Love, Cho
Love (only like a friend though), Angelina
Chanse let out a small laugh, as she folded the letter and placed it back inside the envelope. She then grabbed the thick pile of letters, which was the list of students coming to her signing. She slowly unfolded the sheets of parchment and slid them apart to see how many of them. "Four sheets were used?" Chanse gasped.
She read over the list of names: Lenna Angelus, Katie Bell, Liz Bione, Lavender Brown, Kirstyn Burgh, Colin Creevey, Alisha Enchantra, Seamus Finnigan, Emily Goh, Hermione Granger, Jamie Gurrath, Angelina Johnson, Lee Jordan, Neville Longbottom, Natalie McDonald, Fay Mystically, Parvati Patil, Flora Signally, Alicia Spinnet, Dean Thomas, Percy Weasley, Fred & George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Hannah Abbott, Fancy Ashton, Susan Bones, Kicki Boxton, Maggie Bradshaw, Brooke Congar, Jen Diamond, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Ernie MacMillan, Terry Boot, Mandy Brocklehurst, Cho Chang, Penelope Clearwater, Anna Marie Davis, Roger Davis, Brie Decflutie, Laramie Deirdre, Jessica Halliwell, Su Li, Padma Patil, Orla Quirke, Master Stebbins, Lisa Turpin, Peter Adamson, Malcolm Baddock, Vincent Crabbe, Marcus Flint, Gregory Goyle, Madeleine Luvboiness, Draco Malfoy, Summers Marijun, Pansy Parkinson, Musey Shadun, Alexis Wearson, and last was Blaise Zabini.
"They all wanted to come?" Chanse smiled, "But no one had signed up when I checked...Oh well." She sighed, as she stuffed the parchment in the envelope and jogged back down to the Reserves' room, praying that Oliver wasn't there.
She reached the door, where she took a deep breath in and then finally opened the door. Oliver was nowhere in sight. She sighed in relief and walked over to her bed where she sat down, and looked over the list again, "I still can't believe all these people are coming to the..." Chanse's voice trailed off, "Where's Harry's name?" Chanse gasped.
She looked the four sheets repeatedly, but didn't see Harry's name anywhere on any of the four...
A week pasted in the Puddlemere United House and everyone became very excited because in the next twenty-four hours Adam Wheeler, Alfonso Quito, Jonathan Coyous, Oliver Wood, and Chanse Potter would all be signed as official Puddlemere United Reserve Players.
The night pasted and everyone woke early in the morning.
"Rise and shine my soon-to-be teammates." Brandon beamed as he pulled the curtain open, making the sunshine flood in the room.
"Ah!" everyone groaned as they looked away from the window.
"Hey you guys need to get up," Brandon laughed, "Durmstrang, Norse, and Hogwarts students and faculty are already in Puddletown."
"They are?!" Jonathan gasped.
"Actually to be exact they're outside in the backyard," Brandon chuckled as he walked over to the door, "We let you sleep in as long as possible but if you want to make your signing you need to get up...NOW!" Brandon yelled as he shut the door behind him.
Everyone sat in bed for a few seconds and let what Brandon told them sink in all the way.
"Well here we go." Jonathan whispered to Chanse, as he became the first to get out of bed.
When everyone heard Jonathan moving around, they all jumped out of bed and rushed around the room. Everyone bumped into everyone has their, once, large room seemed to have closed in on them and made it hard to run around without hitting someone.
Chanse ran to the bathroom, to get in the shower, but when she reached the doorknob and giggled it...It was locked. She turned around to run to another room to use that shower but when she turned around there was no one left in the room. "Damnit!" Chanse huffed as she sat on the bed.
Chanse looked around the room and it seemed to have a magical since about it; as if fairies came in the night and sprinkled fairy dust everywhere. The corner of Chanse's mouth turned up as she thought about how lucky she was.
She slowly stood up and shuffled over to the window where she saw in the distance a crowd of mass witches and wizards crowded around and small stage.
"You ready to do this Chanse?" A voice came from behind.
Chanse turned around and saw Jonathan standing in the bathroom doorway in a yellow towel. "Ready as I'll ever be." Chanse smirked as she walked over to him. "Now get out of my way." She smiled.
"What happens if I don't?" Jonathan smirked.
"I'll rip that little yellow towel off of you."
"I'm moving." Jonathan said sheepishly as he stepped aside.
Chanse quickly discarded her clothes and took the quickest shower she had ever taking. When she was finished she grabbed the pink towel that was on the steamy counter, "Not a fan of pink but it's will do." Chanse laughed.
She gripped the steamy doorknob and twisted it open. When she stood in the doorway with steam billowing out from behind herself she saw Adam, Oliver, Jonathan, and Alfonso dressed and ready to go standing there. "Hello boys." Chanse smirked, as she walked over to her vanity mirror.
"When will you be ready?" Adam huffed, as he watched Chanse apply her eye shadow.
"Just go on down." Chanse smiled, as she started to apply her mascara.
"It's ok we'll wait." Alfonso smiled.
"No go!" Chanse set down her blush brush and stared at them, "I'm not close to being ready, not point in all of us being late."
"If you insist." Adam smiled, as he ran out of the room.
"Bye." Alfonso smiled as ran after Adam.
Jonathan walked over to Chanse, "See you there liten søster." He kissed her cheek and ran after Alfonso and Adam.
Oliver walked over to Chanse and tried to lean in to kiss her cheek but she leaned away. Oliver nodded his head, "Bye." He whispered and walked out of the room.
Chanse quickly finished applying her makeup, charmed her hair into a trendy hairstyle, and then she grabbed her dress robe and slid it onto her body; she zipped herself up and then took off running towards the courtyard.
Chanse ran down the front hall stairs, out the back down, down the backyard stairs, through the garden, and to the back of the stage. She heard Brandon introduce Jonathan has she ran up the stage stairs. She looked around to see where the guys were but she saw they were already on stage.
"And last, but nowhere near least...Miss Chanse Potter." Brandon beamed, as he began clapping, with, what sounded like, hundreds of other people clapping.
Chanse fixed straighten her dress and the quickly walked out onto the stage. She smiled out at the crowd and saw so many faces staring at her; photographers, her parents, her friends, and even some of her professors. She walked to her seat, which was next to Jonathan and closest to Brandon, and stared out at everyone.
Brandon looked out at the audience and said a few words, which flew right through one of Chanse's ears and out the other.
"Here Chanse." Brandon smiled.
Chanse shook her head and looked up at Brandon who was holding a sleek black pen in his hand. "Thank you." Chanse smiled, as she raised her hand up and gripped the pen.
She watched as Brandon made his way down the line of Reserves and handed each of them a pen, and then walked back to the podium. "Well," Brandon cleared his throat, directing everyone's attention up at him, even the Reserves, "if you five," Brandon turned to Adam, Oliver, Alfonso, Jonathan, and Chanse, "want to commit your life, after you graduate, to Puddlemere United you may now sign." He smiled.