I just wanted to tell everyone that I'm truly sorry I haven't updated. I'm
visiting my sister right now, so I have no way to get to a computer to
update. I've been out of town for about a week and a half now, and I just
got to a computer...Truly sorry once again...
Chapter 27: Never Wrong
"Dying?" Chanse gasped, as she felt her body gain it's strength back, "How can I be dying if I barely even know who the hell I am?"
"I checked over your records and at first it seemed as if you were fine, but something didn't seem quiet right about you suffering such an attack that in a couple of days you would be just fine," Madam Pomfrey said softly. "So I rechecked them and caught one minor detail that I overlooked...whatever happened during your attack it is making your blood cells decrease and over time you'll grow more and more weak, while at the same time gaining your memory back...but you'll defiantly die by the end of this year."
Chanse's jaw slowly dropped open. "Do you know how many months I have?"
"No I don't know," Madam Pomfrey, sighed, "The faster you remember things the quicker you'll die."
Chanse's eyes slowly filled with tears, "Is there anyway to stop it?"
Madam Pomfrey took a deep breath in, "No." Chanse closed her eyes and felt small tears slide out from her eyelids of her emerald eyes down onto her pillow. "I suggested that you go back to your parents, and leave this world behind, so that you don't have to deal with it's 'magic' anymore."
Chanse's eyes quickly shot open and she looked up at Madam Pomfrey, "If this world caused my dying then I'm not going to run away from it...From what I remember I've never ran away from something that's hurt me, so why would I start now?" Chanse said sternly, "Just because I can't remember everything?" She gasped.
"So you're staying?"
"Yes," Chanse nodded her head, "I'm staying." Chanse said as she slowly sat up and leaned against her headboard, "And I also plan on resuming my normal life...as much as I possibly can."
"Chanse are you sure?"
"I've never been more positive."
"I don't think this is in your best interest."
"I think I know what's in my best interest."
"I mean your health's best interest."
Chanse paused and tried to think of something to say. "Isn't it proven that the happier you are the healthier you are? And the sadder you are the more unhealthier you are?"
"Yes."
"So being locked up in this hospital room will make me sadder and sadder."
"But I can keep an eye on you."
"And watch me die?"
"Chanse that's not what I meant..."
"If I got to at least try to live my life the way it used to be I might actually have a chance of living at least a little longer." Chanse begged, "Please, Madam Pomfrey, just let me do this."
Madam Pomfrey looked into Chanse's eyes which had small tears slowly rolling out of them. "Chanse," she whispered, "I don't..."
"Please," Chanse whispered, "I'm begging you."
"Chanse," Madam Pomfrey said with a little frustration in her voice, "this is really hard for me."
"Please Madam Pomfrey." Chanse begged.
"Fine." Madam Pomfrey whispered.
Chanse let out a loud sigh, as tears of happiness streamed down in face as soon as she heard those words. "Thank you Madam Pomfrey."
"You're welcome Chanse." Madam Pomfrey whispered as she stood up and started to walk out of Chanse's hospital room.
Chanse whispered, "You won't be sorry."
"I hope not Chanse," Madam Pomfrey sighed. "I really hope you know what you're getting into."
"I do." Chanse said softly has she watched Madam Pomfrey leave the room. "Or at least I hope I do."
Chanse stared up at the ceiling as Madam Pomfrey's words ran through her head; 'You're dying' ran through Chanse's mind repeatedly.
"I'm dying?" Chanse gasped to herself, and then the reality set in her mind, "I'm dying."
Her eyes filled with tears as she thought of those words play over in her head, 'I'm dying'. She wasn't crying because of the fact of her dying, but the fact of she couldn't remember her previous life.
She banged her fists against her white sheets, "I can't remember my past, my life...anything," her tears flowed onto her crisp white pillow. "And I'm going to die before I remember the life I've spent these past years living."
She slowly slid her fingers up to her pillow and pulled it tightly and she softly cried into it's soft fabric.
"Why are you crying?" A voice whispered.
Chanse slowly rolled onto her back to find a large blue creature inn the corner; it was half man, half horse. "Are you a centaur?"
"Yes."
'Why am I not afraid of him?' Chanse asked herself.
"Because you know deep down inside I seem familiar to you."
"How did you know what I was thinking?" Chanse gasped.
The centaur made his way closer and closer to Chanse, "Because I am not real," he said softly as he made his way to the edge of Chanse's bed, "I am an image from your past created by the paranormal realm."
"Why were you created?"
"To give you comfort when you most need it...which is now."
"Will I get a lot of creations by the paranormal realm that are from my past?"
"No," the centaur said calming as he made his way closer to Chanse, making her feel more calm, "just me."
"You're from my past, right?"
"That's correct."
"Then," Chanse paused to think if it was appropriate to ask her question.
"Who am I?"
Chanse paused and looked into the strange but familiar eyes of the centaur, "Yeah."
The centaur reached it's hand down and place it on Chanse's cheek and rubbed his large thumb against Chanse's cheek. "I am Firenze."
"Firenze?"
"That's correct," Firenze softly smiled, "Firenze is my name."
Chanse gripped her hands around each other and opened her mouth, then closed it, opened it, then closed it. "You're supposed to give me comfort," Chanse whispered, finally, "but how can I take comfort in anything when everyone is telling me I know them."
"And you can't remember their faces."
"Or how I met them, when I met them," Chanse sighed. "Pretty much...I can't remember who they are," she whispered, "at all."
"No one expects you too either."
"If no one expects me to, then why does it hurt this bad?"
"That's an answer that you know deep inside of yourself."
"It hurts so badly when people tell me things I can't remember," Chanse sighed. "It hurts to look into their eyes and see how much joy the past has brought them, and I helped bring that joy to them...but now all they are, are just blank faces that reminds me of a past I don't remember."
"To remember you just need to try."
"That's the thing," Chanse gasped, "I've been trying...and I was just told that the more I remember the faster I'll die...but I don't care." Chanse shook her head, "Something about this strange new world seems so right," Chanse said softly which grew into a whisper, "but as soon as someone opens their mouth I feel alone in a strange new world, that doesn't seem so right anymore."
"Do I make you feel alone?"
"I just feel bad about not remembering a Firenze in my life...whatsoever."
"Firenze was a good friend to you." A voice whispered.
Chanse's eyes slowly fluttered open, "Was I dreaming?"
"Yes," another centaur appeared out of the shadows of Chanse's room.
"You're the centaur that saved me," Chanse gasped, "and read the stars to tell my fate too."
"That is correct."
"Who are you?"
"Ronan."
"Ronan, what else do the stars say?"
Chanse watched as the large centaur trotted over to the large window and looked up into the large shimmering stars in the night sky.
"True love will never be found in the time of her memory, which is the time of her death." Ronan spoke.
"What does all that mean?"
Ronan turned back to Chanse, "The stars tell me that deep down inside you know exactly what they and myself are talking about."
"My memory will be fully restored," Chanse whispered, "but by the time it's restored I'll be dead?" Chanse sighed in hopes that her thoughts were wrong.
"That is true," Ronan spoke softly, as Chanse closed her eyes as if those words were a dagger to her heart. "What else?"
"I don't know," Chanse gasped, "that's bad enough already, and there has to be something else?"
"That's what the stars say," Ronan nodded his head, "and they say you know what else they're talking about," he turned around and quickly read the stars, "but you are afraid that if you say it that I will agree; meaning that it's true."
Chanse turned her head, looked out into the large window, stared up at the stars, and her eyes filled with sparkling tears, "I've loved someone before I lost my memory."
"This is true."
"And I'll die before I remember who he is," Chanse whispered softly, as she blinked her eyes to send her tears out of her eyes.
"That's correct."
Chanse's eyes closed shut as she felt her body go numb.
"Could the stars be wrong?" Chanse croaked through her tears.
Ronan quickly looked back at Chanse in a small amount of disgusted, "The stars are never wrong." He spat.
"Could you be reading them wrong?"
"Read them wrong?" Ronan said coldly.
Ronan looked down at Chanse's pink face and saw how much emotions were filling up inside of her body because of what she was told. "No centaur can read the stars wrong," he sighed as he clamed down, "no matter how young they may be." Chanse opened her mouth to say something, but quickly closed it because she had no idea what she wanted to say.
Chanse looked down at the corner of her pillow and saw how the corner was drenched in tears. She clenched the sheets in her hand as her thoughts raced through her head. 'I'm to die...and I can't do a damn thing about it.' The tears flowed freely out of Chanse's emerald eyes as her thoughts grew faster and faster but just repeated themselves repeatedly in her head.
"Do you want me to leave you be?" Ronan whispered as he looked at Chanse.
Chanse looked up at Ronan with her face soaked in her tears, "You're supposed to give me guidance..."
"I never said I would do that."
"Then why are you here?"
"To protect you and give you help."
"Then what the hell do you call guidance?!" Chanse screamed.
"I will leave you be." Ronan nodded as he started to walk back into the shadows in which he came from.
"No!" Chanse shouted after Ronan, "Don't leave me."
"I have to rethink what I have started by coming to you so many times." He whispered as he disappeared into the shadows.
"Ronan?" Chanse whispered. "Ronan?!" Chanse screamed. "Damnit." Chanse slammed her fist down on her bed.
Chanse wiped her eyes and laid back down in her bed. She stared out her window at the shining stars dazzle in the dark night sky. "If a centaur can read the stars," Chanse slowly held herself up and started to walk towards the large window, "then so can I."
Chanse stared up into the night sky and tried to look and see if the stars would show her some kind of sign...but they didn't. "Why isn't this working?" Chanse huffed as she stared harder up into the sky.
Chanse felt like she had been standing at the window what felt like hours. "I give up." Chanse sighed as she started to walk back to her bed.
"O Fortuna, velut Luna..." a quiet quick voice whispered from behind Chanse.
"Who's there?" Chanse whispered as she turned around to find nobody behind her.
She looked out the window and saw a shooting star whiz by in the sky. "Was it you?" She walked closer to the window; still staring up at the stars.
Chanse cleared her mind, as she stared up at the stars longing to hear their secrets, "O Fortuna, of the moon," they started to whisper.
"Latin." Chanse gasped, "O Fortuna? What does that mean?"
"Oh fortune of the moon..." they began again. "O fortune of the moon for it will cause the death of her, because of her light which is right in front of her eyes," they whispered.
"The light is in front of my eyes?" Chanse thought aloud, "Whoever caused the light I'm remembering is right in front of me."
"The love of her heart is under where she sleeps and the person of the dark light will be found in a duel."
"I already dueled whoever it was and because of that I'm like this!" Chanse yelled at the stars, as the whispers grew softer and then disappeared.
"Like what?" a voice from behind asked.
Chanse turned around to find a tall beautiful Asian girl standing behind her.
"Who are you?" Chanse whispered.
"Chanse it's me...Cho," Cho sighed, "Cho Chang?" she asked in a voice of asking Chanse if she remembered her. "Your roommate from Ravenclaw?"
"Ravenclaw?"
Cho's shoulders dropped, "You really don't remember anything...do you?"
Chanse looked down at her feet. "No," she looked up at Cho and she felt her body wanting to cry but not letting itself, "I don't." she whispered.
"What do you remember?"
"Everything of my past is still a blur," Chanse made her way over to her bed and sat down, "but some parts of my past from before I became a witch is pretty clear." Chanse smiled weakly.
Cho tried to smile but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was staring at her best friend who had helped Cho with her homework, her life problems, and she had helped Cho grow into the person she was now. Now Chanse couldn't even remember Cho's name.
"Are you ok?" Chanse whispered sending Cho out of her daydream.
"Yeah I'm fine." Cho said quickly.
Chanse looked down at her lap and whispered, "I'm sorry I don't remember everything."
Cho walked over to Chanse and sat down next to her, "Chanse it's ok." Cho very weakly smiled at Chanse, "How about I say something about your life as a witch so that maybe it will jump starts your memory."
"Alright." Chanse nodded.
"Ravenclaw is the house founded by Rowena Ravenclaw, who is one of he four founding members of Hogwarts...."
Cho went on and on about Hogwarts, Ravenclaw, the other three houses, Chanse's past, Chanse's friend, her family, some of her history, and Chanse listened to every word that came out of Cho's mouth, hoping that something would spark her memory.
"Peeves is a pesky little poltergeist..." Cho started in on the Hogwarts' ghost.
"Cho?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry I don't remember you."
Cho looked up at Chanse, "You will," Cho faintly smiled, "you always do."
"What do you mean?"
"Well like this one time last year." Cho got excited. "See you, Angelina, and I were all studying for our O.W.L.S. last year and you couldn't remember your Potions spells." Cho lightly laughed, "so I went up to my room..."
"A made a memory potion for the three of us to drink to remember of Potions." Chanse whispered.
Cho's mouth hung open as she stared blankly at Chanse, "That's correct." Cho stuttered. "Then when we took the tests you did fine on the test."
Chanse's breathes grew heavier, "I sort of remember that," she smiled.
"That's great!" Cho yelled as she flung her arms around Chanse's neck.
Chapter 27: Never Wrong
"Dying?" Chanse gasped, as she felt her body gain it's strength back, "How can I be dying if I barely even know who the hell I am?"
"I checked over your records and at first it seemed as if you were fine, but something didn't seem quiet right about you suffering such an attack that in a couple of days you would be just fine," Madam Pomfrey said softly. "So I rechecked them and caught one minor detail that I overlooked...whatever happened during your attack it is making your blood cells decrease and over time you'll grow more and more weak, while at the same time gaining your memory back...but you'll defiantly die by the end of this year."
Chanse's jaw slowly dropped open. "Do you know how many months I have?"
"No I don't know," Madam Pomfrey, sighed, "The faster you remember things the quicker you'll die."
Chanse's eyes slowly filled with tears, "Is there anyway to stop it?"
Madam Pomfrey took a deep breath in, "No." Chanse closed her eyes and felt small tears slide out from her eyelids of her emerald eyes down onto her pillow. "I suggested that you go back to your parents, and leave this world behind, so that you don't have to deal with it's 'magic' anymore."
Chanse's eyes quickly shot open and she looked up at Madam Pomfrey, "If this world caused my dying then I'm not going to run away from it...From what I remember I've never ran away from something that's hurt me, so why would I start now?" Chanse said sternly, "Just because I can't remember everything?" She gasped.
"So you're staying?"
"Yes," Chanse nodded her head, "I'm staying." Chanse said as she slowly sat up and leaned against her headboard, "And I also plan on resuming my normal life...as much as I possibly can."
"Chanse are you sure?"
"I've never been more positive."
"I don't think this is in your best interest."
"I think I know what's in my best interest."
"I mean your health's best interest."
Chanse paused and tried to think of something to say. "Isn't it proven that the happier you are the healthier you are? And the sadder you are the more unhealthier you are?"
"Yes."
"So being locked up in this hospital room will make me sadder and sadder."
"But I can keep an eye on you."
"And watch me die?"
"Chanse that's not what I meant..."
"If I got to at least try to live my life the way it used to be I might actually have a chance of living at least a little longer." Chanse begged, "Please, Madam Pomfrey, just let me do this."
Madam Pomfrey looked into Chanse's eyes which had small tears slowly rolling out of them. "Chanse," she whispered, "I don't..."
"Please," Chanse whispered, "I'm begging you."
"Chanse," Madam Pomfrey said with a little frustration in her voice, "this is really hard for me."
"Please Madam Pomfrey." Chanse begged.
"Fine." Madam Pomfrey whispered.
Chanse let out a loud sigh, as tears of happiness streamed down in face as soon as she heard those words. "Thank you Madam Pomfrey."
"You're welcome Chanse." Madam Pomfrey whispered as she stood up and started to walk out of Chanse's hospital room.
Chanse whispered, "You won't be sorry."
"I hope not Chanse," Madam Pomfrey sighed. "I really hope you know what you're getting into."
"I do." Chanse said softly has she watched Madam Pomfrey leave the room. "Or at least I hope I do."
Chanse stared up at the ceiling as Madam Pomfrey's words ran through her head; 'You're dying' ran through Chanse's mind repeatedly.
"I'm dying?" Chanse gasped to herself, and then the reality set in her mind, "I'm dying."
Her eyes filled with tears as she thought of those words play over in her head, 'I'm dying'. She wasn't crying because of the fact of her dying, but the fact of she couldn't remember her previous life.
She banged her fists against her white sheets, "I can't remember my past, my life...anything," her tears flowed onto her crisp white pillow. "And I'm going to die before I remember the life I've spent these past years living."
She slowly slid her fingers up to her pillow and pulled it tightly and she softly cried into it's soft fabric.
"Why are you crying?" A voice whispered.
Chanse slowly rolled onto her back to find a large blue creature inn the corner; it was half man, half horse. "Are you a centaur?"
"Yes."
'Why am I not afraid of him?' Chanse asked herself.
"Because you know deep down inside I seem familiar to you."
"How did you know what I was thinking?" Chanse gasped.
The centaur made his way closer and closer to Chanse, "Because I am not real," he said softly as he made his way to the edge of Chanse's bed, "I am an image from your past created by the paranormal realm."
"Why were you created?"
"To give you comfort when you most need it...which is now."
"Will I get a lot of creations by the paranormal realm that are from my past?"
"No," the centaur said calming as he made his way closer to Chanse, making her feel more calm, "just me."
"You're from my past, right?"
"That's correct."
"Then," Chanse paused to think if it was appropriate to ask her question.
"Who am I?"
Chanse paused and looked into the strange but familiar eyes of the centaur, "Yeah."
The centaur reached it's hand down and place it on Chanse's cheek and rubbed his large thumb against Chanse's cheek. "I am Firenze."
"Firenze?"
"That's correct," Firenze softly smiled, "Firenze is my name."
Chanse gripped her hands around each other and opened her mouth, then closed it, opened it, then closed it. "You're supposed to give me comfort," Chanse whispered, finally, "but how can I take comfort in anything when everyone is telling me I know them."
"And you can't remember their faces."
"Or how I met them, when I met them," Chanse sighed. "Pretty much...I can't remember who they are," she whispered, "at all."
"No one expects you too either."
"If no one expects me to, then why does it hurt this bad?"
"That's an answer that you know deep inside of yourself."
"It hurts so badly when people tell me things I can't remember," Chanse sighed. "It hurts to look into their eyes and see how much joy the past has brought them, and I helped bring that joy to them...but now all they are, are just blank faces that reminds me of a past I don't remember."
"To remember you just need to try."
"That's the thing," Chanse gasped, "I've been trying...and I was just told that the more I remember the faster I'll die...but I don't care." Chanse shook her head, "Something about this strange new world seems so right," Chanse said softly which grew into a whisper, "but as soon as someone opens their mouth I feel alone in a strange new world, that doesn't seem so right anymore."
"Do I make you feel alone?"
"I just feel bad about not remembering a Firenze in my life...whatsoever."
"Firenze was a good friend to you." A voice whispered.
Chanse's eyes slowly fluttered open, "Was I dreaming?"
"Yes," another centaur appeared out of the shadows of Chanse's room.
"You're the centaur that saved me," Chanse gasped, "and read the stars to tell my fate too."
"That is correct."
"Who are you?"
"Ronan."
"Ronan, what else do the stars say?"
Chanse watched as the large centaur trotted over to the large window and looked up into the large shimmering stars in the night sky.
"True love will never be found in the time of her memory, which is the time of her death." Ronan spoke.
"What does all that mean?"
Ronan turned back to Chanse, "The stars tell me that deep down inside you know exactly what they and myself are talking about."
"My memory will be fully restored," Chanse whispered, "but by the time it's restored I'll be dead?" Chanse sighed in hopes that her thoughts were wrong.
"That is true," Ronan spoke softly, as Chanse closed her eyes as if those words were a dagger to her heart. "What else?"
"I don't know," Chanse gasped, "that's bad enough already, and there has to be something else?"
"That's what the stars say," Ronan nodded his head, "and they say you know what else they're talking about," he turned around and quickly read the stars, "but you are afraid that if you say it that I will agree; meaning that it's true."
Chanse turned her head, looked out into the large window, stared up at the stars, and her eyes filled with sparkling tears, "I've loved someone before I lost my memory."
"This is true."
"And I'll die before I remember who he is," Chanse whispered softly, as she blinked her eyes to send her tears out of her eyes.
"That's correct."
Chanse's eyes closed shut as she felt her body go numb.
"Could the stars be wrong?" Chanse croaked through her tears.
Ronan quickly looked back at Chanse in a small amount of disgusted, "The stars are never wrong." He spat.
"Could you be reading them wrong?"
"Read them wrong?" Ronan said coldly.
Ronan looked down at Chanse's pink face and saw how much emotions were filling up inside of her body because of what she was told. "No centaur can read the stars wrong," he sighed as he clamed down, "no matter how young they may be." Chanse opened her mouth to say something, but quickly closed it because she had no idea what she wanted to say.
Chanse looked down at the corner of her pillow and saw how the corner was drenched in tears. She clenched the sheets in her hand as her thoughts raced through her head. 'I'm to die...and I can't do a damn thing about it.' The tears flowed freely out of Chanse's emerald eyes as her thoughts grew faster and faster but just repeated themselves repeatedly in her head.
"Do you want me to leave you be?" Ronan whispered as he looked at Chanse.
Chanse looked up at Ronan with her face soaked in her tears, "You're supposed to give me guidance..."
"I never said I would do that."
"Then why are you here?"
"To protect you and give you help."
"Then what the hell do you call guidance?!" Chanse screamed.
"I will leave you be." Ronan nodded as he started to walk back into the shadows in which he came from.
"No!" Chanse shouted after Ronan, "Don't leave me."
"I have to rethink what I have started by coming to you so many times." He whispered as he disappeared into the shadows.
"Ronan?" Chanse whispered. "Ronan?!" Chanse screamed. "Damnit." Chanse slammed her fist down on her bed.
Chanse wiped her eyes and laid back down in her bed. She stared out her window at the shining stars dazzle in the dark night sky. "If a centaur can read the stars," Chanse slowly held herself up and started to walk towards the large window, "then so can I."
Chanse stared up into the night sky and tried to look and see if the stars would show her some kind of sign...but they didn't. "Why isn't this working?" Chanse huffed as she stared harder up into the sky.
Chanse felt like she had been standing at the window what felt like hours. "I give up." Chanse sighed as she started to walk back to her bed.
"O Fortuna, velut Luna..." a quiet quick voice whispered from behind Chanse.
"Who's there?" Chanse whispered as she turned around to find nobody behind her.
She looked out the window and saw a shooting star whiz by in the sky. "Was it you?" She walked closer to the window; still staring up at the stars.
Chanse cleared her mind, as she stared up at the stars longing to hear their secrets, "O Fortuna, of the moon," they started to whisper.
"Latin." Chanse gasped, "O Fortuna? What does that mean?"
"Oh fortune of the moon..." they began again. "O fortune of the moon for it will cause the death of her, because of her light which is right in front of her eyes," they whispered.
"The light is in front of my eyes?" Chanse thought aloud, "Whoever caused the light I'm remembering is right in front of me."
"The love of her heart is under where she sleeps and the person of the dark light will be found in a duel."
"I already dueled whoever it was and because of that I'm like this!" Chanse yelled at the stars, as the whispers grew softer and then disappeared.
"Like what?" a voice from behind asked.
Chanse turned around to find a tall beautiful Asian girl standing behind her.
"Who are you?" Chanse whispered.
"Chanse it's me...Cho," Cho sighed, "Cho Chang?" she asked in a voice of asking Chanse if she remembered her. "Your roommate from Ravenclaw?"
"Ravenclaw?"
Cho's shoulders dropped, "You really don't remember anything...do you?"
Chanse looked down at her feet. "No," she looked up at Cho and she felt her body wanting to cry but not letting itself, "I don't." she whispered.
"What do you remember?"
"Everything of my past is still a blur," Chanse made her way over to her bed and sat down, "but some parts of my past from before I became a witch is pretty clear." Chanse smiled weakly.
Cho tried to smile but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was staring at her best friend who had helped Cho with her homework, her life problems, and she had helped Cho grow into the person she was now. Now Chanse couldn't even remember Cho's name.
"Are you ok?" Chanse whispered sending Cho out of her daydream.
"Yeah I'm fine." Cho said quickly.
Chanse looked down at her lap and whispered, "I'm sorry I don't remember everything."
Cho walked over to Chanse and sat down next to her, "Chanse it's ok." Cho very weakly smiled at Chanse, "How about I say something about your life as a witch so that maybe it will jump starts your memory."
"Alright." Chanse nodded.
"Ravenclaw is the house founded by Rowena Ravenclaw, who is one of he four founding members of Hogwarts...."
Cho went on and on about Hogwarts, Ravenclaw, the other three houses, Chanse's past, Chanse's friend, her family, some of her history, and Chanse listened to every word that came out of Cho's mouth, hoping that something would spark her memory.
"Peeves is a pesky little poltergeist..." Cho started in on the Hogwarts' ghost.
"Cho?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry I don't remember you."
Cho looked up at Chanse, "You will," Cho faintly smiled, "you always do."
"What do you mean?"
"Well like this one time last year." Cho got excited. "See you, Angelina, and I were all studying for our O.W.L.S. last year and you couldn't remember your Potions spells." Cho lightly laughed, "so I went up to my room..."
"A made a memory potion for the three of us to drink to remember of Potions." Chanse whispered.
Cho's mouth hung open as she stared blankly at Chanse, "That's correct." Cho stuttered. "Then when we took the tests you did fine on the test."
Chanse's breathes grew heavier, "I sort of remember that," she smiled.
"That's great!" Cho yelled as she flung her arms around Chanse's neck.