Chapter 21: Hearts Mended To Break
Chanse staring at her suitcase, and slowly lifted her hands up to her lips and rubbed them, softly across them. She still could feel Brandon's lips against hers, even though he had left the room. 'Am I...' Chanse thought in her head, 'I can't be...'
"CHANSE!" Hermione yelled as she burst through the door, making Chanse jump off her bed.
Chanse watched as Hermione, Cho, Angelina, Shadun, Emily, Liz, and Kirstyn burst through Chanse's door and ran into her room.
"Where's the fire you guys?" Chanse laughed.
"I don't know," Angelina huffed half way out of breath, "you tell us."
"Huh?"
"We saw you sprinting past us." Shadun added.
"Oh," Chanse looked at her fingers, which were twirling around each other, "sorry about that." Chanse scratched her head.
"So why did you run out of there like a bat out of hell?" Cho asked.
"I forgot to change my train ticket," Chanse waved her new ticket in the air, "for an earlier time."
"Oh." Emily shrugged.
"So why was Brandon Rosedale in your room?" Kirstyn raised an eyebrow.
"Um..." Chanse felt her face turning red.
"Chanse?" Angelina smiled, as she watched Chanse looked down at the ground and scratch her head, "Oh . Merlin!" Angelina gasped.
"Chanse you're going out with Brandon Rosedale!" Emily screeched.
"No," Chanse quickly shot her head up.
"But..." Liz started.
"I like him and I get a real strong feeling he likes me."
"But you're not going out?" Hermione wondered aloud.
"Right."
"Why?" Angelina blurted out.
"I don't know." Chanse huffed as she sat down on her bed, and felt all her friends walk over to her.
"Well you should." Shadun nodded.
"It's not that easy!" Cho barked.
"And why not Miss goody-two-shoes?" Shadun snapped back.
"Because they both like each other but the problem is that they're both scared that the other one will reject them."
"Pretty much." Chanse sighed.
"Well that's stupid." Emily scoffed.
"Emily!" Hermione snapped.
"What?" Emily smiled.
"Not to mention that fact that neither one of us as a clue as to ask the other one out." Chanse sighed.
"Well that is a problem." Angelina smirked.
"No shit Sherlock." Chanse laughed.
"Sherlock?" Shadun asked.
"It's a Muggle thing," Hermione stated.
"Well how about we go get Brandon and tell him that you need to talk to him," Kirstyn started, "And then..."
Everyone turned and looked at Kirstyn and waited to hear the rest of her plan, "And then what?" Emily asked eagerly.
"Well," everyone listened eagerly, "I hadn't really thought that far ahead." Everyone sighed in disappointment. "Sorry Chanse."
Chanse smiled at Kirstyn, "It's alright...If it's meant to happen it will."
"Well how about we build off of Kirstyn's idea?" Hermione asked.
"How so?" Liz wondered.
"Well we get Brandon up here and then we..." Hermione thought.
"We what?" Angelina asked.
"We leave," Cho, blurted out, "and Chanse tells Brandon that she has feelings for him and then Brandon takes it from there?"
"Sounds like a plan." Angelina nodded.
"But..." Chanse started to say but she watched all her friend run out of her room except Cho.
"But what?" Cho asked.
"I don't know," Chanse laughed, "I just felt that I should say that...wait...what are you still doing here? Why didn't you run off with them?"
"I wanted to ask you something."
"Shoot."
"So," Cho sat down next to Chanse, "Oliver's on your team."
Chanse cringed at the sound of Oliver's name, "Yah," Chanse said coldly, as she rolled her eyes.
"I knew it." Cho smirked.
"Knew what?"
"You're mad because Oliver's on your team aren't you?"
"What?" Chanse gasped, "No...I'm actually happy he's on my team."
"Then what's the problem?" Cho asked, "Because I may not be your roommate anymore but I can tell that something's bothering you, and it involves Oliver."
"Am I that obvious?"
"No," Cho smiled, "otherwise they would have noticed," Cho gestured to the door, "So what's wrong?"
"I'd rather not say."
"Alright." Cho placed her arm around Chanse and pulled her closer to her, making Chanse lay her head on Cho's should while Cho rested her head on Chanse's head, "But if you ever need me I'm here for you...I may not be your roommate anymore, but just like you're a Ravenclaw at heart...I'm your roommate at heart."
"Thanks Cho." Chanse whispered.
"Chanse you wanted to talk to me?" a voice whispered.
Cho and Chanse sat up straight, looked at the door, and saw Brandon's head peeking inside. "Oh yeah." Chanse blushed.
"Chanse I'll see you later," Cho hugged Chanse, "You can do this." She whispered in her ear before she left the room.
Chanse watched as Brandon made his way towards her. He stopped in front of her and stared down into her emerald eyes. Chanse couldn't speak; her eyes were lost in his hazel eyes. Chanse felt like she was in some kind of zone while she stared into his eyes.
*CLICK*
The door clicked shut from behind Cho, making Chanse come out of her trance in Brandon's eyes. She shook her head and looked down at the ground.
"Your friends said you wanted to see me."
"I did." Chanse croaked.
There was an awkward silence between the two Puddlemere United players, until finally Brandon spoke, "What about?"
"Um..." Chanse stumbled over her thoughts, "This is hard to say..." Chanse looked up at Brandon.
"Yes?"
"Um...Ilikeyoualot." Chanse blurted out as fast as she could, and then quickly looked down at the ground because she didn't want Brandon to see how red she was in the face.
"What?" Brandon gasped, making Chanse regret telling him, "You like me?" Chanse started to really regret telling him that she liked him a lot, "I didn't think you did," Brandon placed his hand under Chanse's chin.
Brandon slowly raised Chanse's face to meet his and he looked down at her beautiful face, and slowly started to lean forward. Chanse stared into his hazel eyes and watched as he leaned closer and closer until he finally pressed his soft lips against Chanse, making sparks fly through her body. She hadn't expected him to kiss her; she actually expected him to say that he didn't like her, give some lame attempt at a apology, and then leave the room..
Chanse slid her eyes closed and raised her hand up to his cheek where she brushed it lightly with her fingertips. She softly pressed back against his lips and enjoyed the kiss.
After a few seconds Brandon and Chanse pulled away from the kiss and slowly opened their eyes to find their eyes meeting the others eyes.
"So what does this mean?" Chanse whispered.
"Well I hope that it means you'll say yes to going out with me." Brandon whispered back.
"But what about the manager? He said we couldn't date."
"Screw what he thinks." Brandon laughed, "You can't ignore this."
"You really can't, can you?"
"So will you stay?" Brandon asked, "Since you can't ignore this." He grinded.
"You're right in that I can't ignore this," Chanse smiled, "but I still have to go." Chanse sighed.
"Alright." Brandon kissed Chanse's nose, and then started to lean in to kiss her mouth when...
*CLICK*
Quickly Brandon and Chanse pulled away from each other and watched as Alfonso walked through the door. "Oh sorry didn't mean to interrupt, just that everyone has pretty much gone home and I was planning on going to bed early tonight."
Chanse blushed madly, as she looked at the ground, "Yeah I should go to bed too," she whispered, "long day of traveling ahead of me."
"Good night." Brandon bent down to Chanse, quickly pressed his lips against Chanse's, and then started to leave the room.
"Brandon?" Chanse watched as Brandon turned around, "the answer to your question is yes." She smiled, and Brandon smiled back at her before leaving the room.
Chanse was now burning red in the face from the embarrassment. She quickly grabbed some pajamas out of her suitcase, walked into the bathroom, and started to change.
"You two are cozy." Alfonso teased form his bed.
Chanse walked out of the bathroom holding her clothes, "Shut up Alfonso." Chanse stuck her tongue out as she crawled into bed.
~~~~~~~~~
The next morning Chanse woke up to her alarm calling ringing madly. "Shut up." Chanse whispered to the alarm clock, as she turned it off.
She quickly threw on her clothes, and collected her bag and other things and started to wake Jonathan up to say good-bye, 'Better not' Chanse thought, 'it would just be easier for me to just leave without waking anyone up.' Chanse nodded her head and walked out of the room.
Chanse quietly made her way down the stairs, trying to create as little noise as possibly. She reached the front door, set her bag down, and started to turn the handle. "Miss Potter." A voice whispered.
Chanse jumped and turned around and saw Sir Fascias Puddlemere looking at her, "Sir Fascias?"
"Yes?"
"Did you just call my name?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because Mister Rosedale thought you'd leave without saying good-bye so he asked me to say good-bye for him...so...good-bye."
"Tell him thank you for everything," Chanse stopped her sentence and remembered Brandon thanking her for everything, "and give him a good-bye from me and also can you tell him I understand his thank you for everything now?"
"I will do that for you." He nodded and went back to his original position.
Chanse nodded her head, opened the door, picked up her bag, and left out of the house. She slowly made her way down the front of the house, until she made it to the curb. She stuck out her right hand, and within minutes the Knight Bus appeared by the curb.
"Hello Chanse."
"Hello Stan," Chanse nodded as she picked up her bags, "Hello Ernie."
"Hello Chanse" Ernie smiled through his thick glasses.
"Where to?" Stan smiled.
"Puddletown Train Station."
"Right away." Stan smiled as he closed the doors behind Chanse.
Chanse made her way down through the beds, until she found an empty one. She laid her stuff down on the bed and waited patiently for the bus to make it to the train station.
Finally, the bus made it to the train station, and Chanse got off. She quickly ran to the check-in counter and handed him her ticket. He checked her ticket out, let her pass, and watched as Chanse ran as fast as she could to barely make her train.
She made her way down the isle and found an empty compartment where she settled into and fell asleep in.
When Chanse woke up, she heard the voice of the conductor yelling over the megaphone, "Hogwarts last call!"
Chanse grabbed her things and ran as fast as she could down the idle, and then jumped off the bus right as it was pulling away from the station. "That was close." Chanse huffed.
Chanse looked around and the familiar look off Hogsmeade came flooding back to Chanse as the large yellow sun slowly rose above the sky. She walked off the platform and headed up to Hogwarts.
When she reached Hogwarts, she stared up at the giant castle and felt all her problem disappear with the sound of her voice, "Hello home." She smiled proudly.
"And hello Chanse." An old voice whispered behind her.
Chanse turned around and saw Professor Dumbledore standing behind her, "Hello professor."
"Hogwarts hasn't been the same without you here this past week," he led her inside the castle walls.
"Well my life hasn't been the same since either." Chanse smiled as she followed Dumbledore.
"Well," Dumbledore stopped Chanse outside the Great Hall, "I must attend school business but you have a package for you in your room."
"Thank you, professor," Chanse nodded and started to run up the stairs but she turned around, "Is anyone back yet?"
"No."
"Alright," Chanse nodded, "thanks" Chanse sprinted off towards the Gryffindor hallway.
"Password?" the Fat Lady asked.
"Fairy Lights." Chanse smiled.
"Welcome back Chanse."
"Thank you Lady."
"I can't get enough of that," the Fat Lady beamed, "Lady." She said smugly.
Chanse laughed as she made her way up the stone stairs to the seventh year's floor. She slowly walked down the hallway as the sunlight poured through the giant window at the end of the hall. She remembered the first day when she walked down the hallway; girls were everywhere trying to find their room.
She finally reached her door, where she gripped her hand around the doorknob and pushed it open. Chanse felt the sunlight pour onto her body as the door opened more and more, revealing her room. Everything on her side was left eh exact same...not a thing out of place, except for the small package lying on top of her bed.
Chanse slowly walked over to her bed and examined the small brown box lying on top of her bed, which was addressed to Miss Chanse Potter, Hogwarts in Scotland.
Chanse walked over to her dresser and picked up a pair of nail scissor. She walked back over to the box and dragged the scissors across the top of the box, until the tape had been ripped in half. She set the scissors down on her bedside table and then she folded back the flaps on the box.
Inside the brown box, it was dark and gloomy and not a single object could be determined from where Chanse was standing. She slid the box against her stomach, picked it up, and placed it down on the ground on her dorm room floor. She then walked over to her small bedside table and clicked on the light switch, which gave a brighter glow then the raising sun was giving off inside her room.
She looked around the room to make sure no one was inside of it. 'Why am I looking around?' Chanse thought, as she lowered her body to the ground and sat down next to the box.
She reached her hand inside of it and pulled out a Daily Prophet. "A Daily Prophet?" Chanse gasped aloud.
Chanse pulled the small rubber band off the rolled newspaper, and tossed it aside. She unrolled the newspaper and in huge print at the top of the newspaper was the print, 'Puddlemere's New Fly Kids'. Chanse looked down at the page and saw Jonathan, Alfonso, Oliver, Adam, and herself smiling at the camera and then laughing with each other.
Chanse's eyes rolled over the paper, until she came to the bottom where the title read, 'Brandon Rosedale's New Fly Girl'. She looked down at the small picture and saw herself singing to Brandon, while he had his arms wrapped around her, in the middle of Diagon Alley.
"Well at least he's my boyfriend," Chanse sighed, as she loosened her grip on the newspaper.
Chanse felt something rub past her fingertip, and she looked down at the ground and saw a small envelope marked urgent for Chanse Potter from Oliver Wood. She stared at the letter and examined every curve of every letter, on the envelope until she finally gained strength to move.
She slid her hand under her bed and pulled out the shoebox from early, and pulled off it's lid. She folded up the newspaper, picked up the letter, and tossed them on top of the many other letters from Oliver.
Chanse staring at her suitcase, and slowly lifted her hands up to her lips and rubbed them, softly across them. She still could feel Brandon's lips against hers, even though he had left the room. 'Am I...' Chanse thought in her head, 'I can't be...'
"CHANSE!" Hermione yelled as she burst through the door, making Chanse jump off her bed.
Chanse watched as Hermione, Cho, Angelina, Shadun, Emily, Liz, and Kirstyn burst through Chanse's door and ran into her room.
"Where's the fire you guys?" Chanse laughed.
"I don't know," Angelina huffed half way out of breath, "you tell us."
"Huh?"
"We saw you sprinting past us." Shadun added.
"Oh," Chanse looked at her fingers, which were twirling around each other, "sorry about that." Chanse scratched her head.
"So why did you run out of there like a bat out of hell?" Cho asked.
"I forgot to change my train ticket," Chanse waved her new ticket in the air, "for an earlier time."
"Oh." Emily shrugged.
"So why was Brandon Rosedale in your room?" Kirstyn raised an eyebrow.
"Um..." Chanse felt her face turning red.
"Chanse?" Angelina smiled, as she watched Chanse looked down at the ground and scratch her head, "Oh . Merlin!" Angelina gasped.
"Chanse you're going out with Brandon Rosedale!" Emily screeched.
"No," Chanse quickly shot her head up.
"But..." Liz started.
"I like him and I get a real strong feeling he likes me."
"But you're not going out?" Hermione wondered aloud.
"Right."
"Why?" Angelina blurted out.
"I don't know." Chanse huffed as she sat down on her bed, and felt all her friends walk over to her.
"Well you should." Shadun nodded.
"It's not that easy!" Cho barked.
"And why not Miss goody-two-shoes?" Shadun snapped back.
"Because they both like each other but the problem is that they're both scared that the other one will reject them."
"Pretty much." Chanse sighed.
"Well that's stupid." Emily scoffed.
"Emily!" Hermione snapped.
"What?" Emily smiled.
"Not to mention that fact that neither one of us as a clue as to ask the other one out." Chanse sighed.
"Well that is a problem." Angelina smirked.
"No shit Sherlock." Chanse laughed.
"Sherlock?" Shadun asked.
"It's a Muggle thing," Hermione stated.
"Well how about we go get Brandon and tell him that you need to talk to him," Kirstyn started, "And then..."
Everyone turned and looked at Kirstyn and waited to hear the rest of her plan, "And then what?" Emily asked eagerly.
"Well," everyone listened eagerly, "I hadn't really thought that far ahead." Everyone sighed in disappointment. "Sorry Chanse."
Chanse smiled at Kirstyn, "It's alright...If it's meant to happen it will."
"Well how about we build off of Kirstyn's idea?" Hermione asked.
"How so?" Liz wondered.
"Well we get Brandon up here and then we..." Hermione thought.
"We what?" Angelina asked.
"We leave," Cho, blurted out, "and Chanse tells Brandon that she has feelings for him and then Brandon takes it from there?"
"Sounds like a plan." Angelina nodded.
"But..." Chanse started to say but she watched all her friend run out of her room except Cho.
"But what?" Cho asked.
"I don't know," Chanse laughed, "I just felt that I should say that...wait...what are you still doing here? Why didn't you run off with them?"
"I wanted to ask you something."
"Shoot."
"So," Cho sat down next to Chanse, "Oliver's on your team."
Chanse cringed at the sound of Oliver's name, "Yah," Chanse said coldly, as she rolled her eyes.
"I knew it." Cho smirked.
"Knew what?"
"You're mad because Oliver's on your team aren't you?"
"What?" Chanse gasped, "No...I'm actually happy he's on my team."
"Then what's the problem?" Cho asked, "Because I may not be your roommate anymore but I can tell that something's bothering you, and it involves Oliver."
"Am I that obvious?"
"No," Cho smiled, "otherwise they would have noticed," Cho gestured to the door, "So what's wrong?"
"I'd rather not say."
"Alright." Cho placed her arm around Chanse and pulled her closer to her, making Chanse lay her head on Cho's should while Cho rested her head on Chanse's head, "But if you ever need me I'm here for you...I may not be your roommate anymore, but just like you're a Ravenclaw at heart...I'm your roommate at heart."
"Thanks Cho." Chanse whispered.
"Chanse you wanted to talk to me?" a voice whispered.
Cho and Chanse sat up straight, looked at the door, and saw Brandon's head peeking inside. "Oh yeah." Chanse blushed.
"Chanse I'll see you later," Cho hugged Chanse, "You can do this." She whispered in her ear before she left the room.
Chanse watched as Brandon made his way towards her. He stopped in front of her and stared down into her emerald eyes. Chanse couldn't speak; her eyes were lost in his hazel eyes. Chanse felt like she was in some kind of zone while she stared into his eyes.
*CLICK*
The door clicked shut from behind Cho, making Chanse come out of her trance in Brandon's eyes. She shook her head and looked down at the ground.
"Your friends said you wanted to see me."
"I did." Chanse croaked.
There was an awkward silence between the two Puddlemere United players, until finally Brandon spoke, "What about?"
"Um..." Chanse stumbled over her thoughts, "This is hard to say..." Chanse looked up at Brandon.
"Yes?"
"Um...Ilikeyoualot." Chanse blurted out as fast as she could, and then quickly looked down at the ground because she didn't want Brandon to see how red she was in the face.
"What?" Brandon gasped, making Chanse regret telling him, "You like me?" Chanse started to really regret telling him that she liked him a lot, "I didn't think you did," Brandon placed his hand under Chanse's chin.
Brandon slowly raised Chanse's face to meet his and he looked down at her beautiful face, and slowly started to lean forward. Chanse stared into his hazel eyes and watched as he leaned closer and closer until he finally pressed his soft lips against Chanse, making sparks fly through her body. She hadn't expected him to kiss her; she actually expected him to say that he didn't like her, give some lame attempt at a apology, and then leave the room..
Chanse slid her eyes closed and raised her hand up to his cheek where she brushed it lightly with her fingertips. She softly pressed back against his lips and enjoyed the kiss.
After a few seconds Brandon and Chanse pulled away from the kiss and slowly opened their eyes to find their eyes meeting the others eyes.
"So what does this mean?" Chanse whispered.
"Well I hope that it means you'll say yes to going out with me." Brandon whispered back.
"But what about the manager? He said we couldn't date."
"Screw what he thinks." Brandon laughed, "You can't ignore this."
"You really can't, can you?"
"So will you stay?" Brandon asked, "Since you can't ignore this." He grinded.
"You're right in that I can't ignore this," Chanse smiled, "but I still have to go." Chanse sighed.
"Alright." Brandon kissed Chanse's nose, and then started to lean in to kiss her mouth when...
*CLICK*
Quickly Brandon and Chanse pulled away from each other and watched as Alfonso walked through the door. "Oh sorry didn't mean to interrupt, just that everyone has pretty much gone home and I was planning on going to bed early tonight."
Chanse blushed madly, as she looked at the ground, "Yeah I should go to bed too," she whispered, "long day of traveling ahead of me."
"Good night." Brandon bent down to Chanse, quickly pressed his lips against Chanse's, and then started to leave the room.
"Brandon?" Chanse watched as Brandon turned around, "the answer to your question is yes." She smiled, and Brandon smiled back at her before leaving the room.
Chanse was now burning red in the face from the embarrassment. She quickly grabbed some pajamas out of her suitcase, walked into the bathroom, and started to change.
"You two are cozy." Alfonso teased form his bed.
Chanse walked out of the bathroom holding her clothes, "Shut up Alfonso." Chanse stuck her tongue out as she crawled into bed.
~~~~~~~~~
The next morning Chanse woke up to her alarm calling ringing madly. "Shut up." Chanse whispered to the alarm clock, as she turned it off.
She quickly threw on her clothes, and collected her bag and other things and started to wake Jonathan up to say good-bye, 'Better not' Chanse thought, 'it would just be easier for me to just leave without waking anyone up.' Chanse nodded her head and walked out of the room.
Chanse quietly made her way down the stairs, trying to create as little noise as possibly. She reached the front door, set her bag down, and started to turn the handle. "Miss Potter." A voice whispered.
Chanse jumped and turned around and saw Sir Fascias Puddlemere looking at her, "Sir Fascias?"
"Yes?"
"Did you just call my name?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because Mister Rosedale thought you'd leave without saying good-bye so he asked me to say good-bye for him...so...good-bye."
"Tell him thank you for everything," Chanse stopped her sentence and remembered Brandon thanking her for everything, "and give him a good-bye from me and also can you tell him I understand his thank you for everything now?"
"I will do that for you." He nodded and went back to his original position.
Chanse nodded her head, opened the door, picked up her bag, and left out of the house. She slowly made her way down the front of the house, until she made it to the curb. She stuck out her right hand, and within minutes the Knight Bus appeared by the curb.
"Hello Chanse."
"Hello Stan," Chanse nodded as she picked up her bags, "Hello Ernie."
"Hello Chanse" Ernie smiled through his thick glasses.
"Where to?" Stan smiled.
"Puddletown Train Station."
"Right away." Stan smiled as he closed the doors behind Chanse.
Chanse made her way down through the beds, until she found an empty one. She laid her stuff down on the bed and waited patiently for the bus to make it to the train station.
Finally, the bus made it to the train station, and Chanse got off. She quickly ran to the check-in counter and handed him her ticket. He checked her ticket out, let her pass, and watched as Chanse ran as fast as she could to barely make her train.
She made her way down the isle and found an empty compartment where she settled into and fell asleep in.
When Chanse woke up, she heard the voice of the conductor yelling over the megaphone, "Hogwarts last call!"
Chanse grabbed her things and ran as fast as she could down the idle, and then jumped off the bus right as it was pulling away from the station. "That was close." Chanse huffed.
Chanse looked around and the familiar look off Hogsmeade came flooding back to Chanse as the large yellow sun slowly rose above the sky. She walked off the platform and headed up to Hogwarts.
When she reached Hogwarts, she stared up at the giant castle and felt all her problem disappear with the sound of her voice, "Hello home." She smiled proudly.
"And hello Chanse." An old voice whispered behind her.
Chanse turned around and saw Professor Dumbledore standing behind her, "Hello professor."
"Hogwarts hasn't been the same without you here this past week," he led her inside the castle walls.
"Well my life hasn't been the same since either." Chanse smiled as she followed Dumbledore.
"Well," Dumbledore stopped Chanse outside the Great Hall, "I must attend school business but you have a package for you in your room."
"Thank you, professor," Chanse nodded and started to run up the stairs but she turned around, "Is anyone back yet?"
"No."
"Alright," Chanse nodded, "thanks" Chanse sprinted off towards the Gryffindor hallway.
"Password?" the Fat Lady asked.
"Fairy Lights." Chanse smiled.
"Welcome back Chanse."
"Thank you Lady."
"I can't get enough of that," the Fat Lady beamed, "Lady." She said smugly.
Chanse laughed as she made her way up the stone stairs to the seventh year's floor. She slowly walked down the hallway as the sunlight poured through the giant window at the end of the hall. She remembered the first day when she walked down the hallway; girls were everywhere trying to find their room.
She finally reached her door, where she gripped her hand around the doorknob and pushed it open. Chanse felt the sunlight pour onto her body as the door opened more and more, revealing her room. Everything on her side was left eh exact same...not a thing out of place, except for the small package lying on top of her bed.
Chanse slowly walked over to her bed and examined the small brown box lying on top of her bed, which was addressed to Miss Chanse Potter, Hogwarts in Scotland.
Chanse walked over to her dresser and picked up a pair of nail scissor. She walked back over to the box and dragged the scissors across the top of the box, until the tape had been ripped in half. She set the scissors down on her bedside table and then she folded back the flaps on the box.
Inside the brown box, it was dark and gloomy and not a single object could be determined from where Chanse was standing. She slid the box against her stomach, picked it up, and placed it down on the ground on her dorm room floor. She then walked over to her small bedside table and clicked on the light switch, which gave a brighter glow then the raising sun was giving off inside her room.
She looked around the room to make sure no one was inside of it. 'Why am I looking around?' Chanse thought, as she lowered her body to the ground and sat down next to the box.
She reached her hand inside of it and pulled out a Daily Prophet. "A Daily Prophet?" Chanse gasped aloud.
Chanse pulled the small rubber band off the rolled newspaper, and tossed it aside. She unrolled the newspaper and in huge print at the top of the newspaper was the print, 'Puddlemere's New Fly Kids'. Chanse looked down at the page and saw Jonathan, Alfonso, Oliver, Adam, and herself smiling at the camera and then laughing with each other.
Chanse's eyes rolled over the paper, until she came to the bottom where the title read, 'Brandon Rosedale's New Fly Girl'. She looked down at the small picture and saw herself singing to Brandon, while he had his arms wrapped around her, in the middle of Diagon Alley.
"Well at least he's my boyfriend," Chanse sighed, as she loosened her grip on the newspaper.
Chanse felt something rub past her fingertip, and she looked down at the ground and saw a small envelope marked urgent for Chanse Potter from Oliver Wood. She stared at the letter and examined every curve of every letter, on the envelope until she finally gained strength to move.
She slid her hand under her bed and pulled out the shoebox from early, and pulled off it's lid. She folded up the newspaper, picked up the letter, and tossed them on top of the many other letters from Oliver.