I'm not sure where the Dueling Club is held, so I just said the Great
Hall...if that's wrong will you e-mail me, Jax31583@yahoo.com, and tell me
where it's held? Thanks.
Thanks to everyone who's been reviewing...
Chapter 29: Dueling Club
"That's great Miss Potter." McGonagall nodded, "Then I will see you tomorrow afternoon so that you may meet your team and see who you will be dueling." McGonagall turned on one foot and started to walk away.
"When is the first duel?" Chanse called out.
"At the end of this week." McGonagall smirked, before she disappeared into a wall.
"The end of the week?!" Chanse gasped. "How can I learn anything in less then a week?!" Chanse began to panic.
"Chanse," Harry patted Chanse's back, "Cho will help you learn something's, you can check books out of the library and learn spells from there, and McGonagall will help you too." He smiled.
"But I have school crap on top of learning this crap!" Chanse huffed.
"You can do it. You've always been able to balance it all."
"But I think you're forgetting I lost most of my past memory."
"You've done it once...you can do it again," Harry flashed a reassuring smile. "You've always been able to get out of tough spots in a bad situation. Like a true Potte..." Harry's voice trailed off.
"Harry what's wrong?"
"Before McGonagall came over you said something's are more important then Quidditch...like me."
"Yeah," Chanse nodded, "family is more important then anything on this planet."
"True."
"And you're my little brother and I want to get to know my past, my friends, my family, and my little brother way before I remember how to play some sport."
Harry's mouth gaped open wide, "Your...your brother?" he gasped.
"That's what I said." Chanse smirked.
Harry's face started to light up, but it quickly went back to it's normal self. "Oh yeah," Harry nodded, "Cho told you everything about Hogwarts, your past, your friends, your family, which would include me." He nodded again, "So let's just go up to the Commons Room," he started up the rotating stairs. "Hope you can remember this way, so people won't have to keep taking you up."
Harry waited for a response of any kind, a laugh, a smirk, answer just anything but silence...
"Chanse?" Harry turned around, "What's wrong?"
Chanse gripped her chest, "Just a little trouble," she took a deep breath in, "breathing." She coughing and then smiled at Harry, "I'm alright now."
"Are you sure?" Harry had concern running through his eyes, "Should we go to Madam Pomfrey?"
"No," Chanse snapped, "I'm fine...I just got winded...I'm alright now...I promise." She smiled.
"Alright." Harry said wearily as he started up the stairs.
"Harry?" Chanse nudged as she walked next to Harry.
"Yeah?"
"You know how you were saying that Cho had told me that you were my brother?"
"Yeah," Harry nodded, "she did, didn't she?"
"Well...yeah..."
"That's what I thought." Harry interrupted.
"Will you shut the hell up, so I can get a word in?" Chanse laughed.
"Yeah, sorry." Harry whispered, as he started to walk Chanse down the Gryffindor Hallway.
"Password?" The Fat Lady yawned.
"Who's that?" Chanse whispered to Harry.
"The guardian of the Gryffindor Tower."
"What's...its or her name?"
"Everyone usually calls her Fat Lady."
"Isn't that a little rude?"
"She's used to it."
"Banana Fritters." Harry nodded as the large painting swung open.
"Nice to see you again Chanse." The Fat Lady nodded.
"Yeah," Chanse nodded. "Thanks," Chanse paused, "Fat Lady."
"Excuse me?" The Fat Lady snorted.
"That's your name isn't it?" Chanse asked sheepishly.
"Well...yes, but you used to call me Lady, instead of Fat Lady."
Chanse turned around to Harry, "Harry I'll be inside in a couple of seconds, can you just wait for me inside? Because I need to talk to you."
"Sure." Harry nodded as he disappeared through the portal.
Chanse turned back to the portrait of the Fat Lady in a pink dress. "Excuse me?" Chanse whispered.
"Yes?" The Fat Lady asked.
"I didn't think me calling you Fat Lady would hurt your feelings."
"Well it didn't."
"You're acting like it did."
"Violet, my best friend told me about how Dumbledore was saying your memory was lost and you don't remember anything about being a witch."
"I remember some parts of being a witch...but not a lot of parts."
"I knew you had lost your memory but it hadn't hit me until you called me Fat Lady." The Fat Lady whined.
"When I called you Fat Lady, it didn't seem all that right." Chanse weakly smiled.
"That's because, for you, it's not."
"Well," Chanse stepped towards the portal entrance, "thank you...Lady." Chanse smiled before she stepped inside of the Gryffindor Commons Room.
"Chanse over here!" Harry waved his hands in the air, from the big red and gold chair by the fireplace.
Chanse walked over to Harry, with everyone in the room following Chanse's every move with their eyes. "Hey," Chanse smiled. "Jeez, it's like, 'Welcome back let me stare at you like you're a weird genetically mutated sheep.'"
"Where did the sheep come from?"
"You know Dolly? The cloned sheep?"
"Yeah but you were talking about genetic mutation, not clones."
"Shut up Harry." Chanse huffed, "Who gives a damn about the sheep comment."
"Well..." Harry smirked.
"Don't even start." Chanse warned.
"What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?" Harry smiled, as he gestured Chanse to sit in the chair across from him.
"No thanks...I'd rather stand, cause I have to go figure out which room is mine," Chanse laughed. "I just wanted to tell you that Cho did explain a lot about me and things I have to deal with...and I won't lie; she did tell me you were my brother."
"Told you." Harry huffed under his breath.
"But today when Cho asked you to take me up to the Gryffindor Commons Room, when I looked at you something just seemed sort of familiar about you," Chanse sighed. "Then right before McGonagall came over to ask me about being in the Dueling Club, something seemed to click."
"How so?"
"A light seemed to go off in my head saying that the reason why you seemed so familiar is because you're my brother."
"So you sort of figured out on your own that I was your brother?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Exactly." Chanse smiled. "But I really have to find my room." She started to walk away to go find her room.
"Wait," Harry stood up out of the chair.
Chanse turned back around, "What?"
"It's nice to have my sister back."
"It's nice to be able to understand what you mean when you tell me I'm your sister," Chanse nodded, "and it's really nice to be able to look you back and say, 'Yeah I am your sister and you're my brother.'"
"I got to meet Hermione and Ron in the library, so you go find that room, while I go find those guys."
"Alright," Chanse nodded, "I'll see you later." She called out as she ran up the staircase heading towards the girl's dorms.
She stopped on the first floor and saw a small snout girl walking towards her. "Excuse me." The little girl pushed past her.
"Excuse me," Chanse called out to the little girl.
"Yes?" the little girl turned around.
"Can you tell me which floor my dorm is on?"
The little girl pause as she looked in shock at Chanse, as if Chanse should know that already, "Um...yeah," she stuttered, "go up six more levels and the seconds to top level is the level you want."
"Thank you." Chanse smiled as she started up the stairs.
She went up one more level, "One." She counted every level as she went up, "Two...Three...Four...Five...Six..." She stopped as she looked down the long hallway.
There was a large window at the end of the hallway, and medium size wooden doors on every side of the hallway. Chanse slowly made her way down the clam hallway as she looked back and forth at every plaque on the doors.
"Natalie McDonald and Alicia Spinnet." Chanse read off as she past another wooden door.
She made her way down the hallway until she came on the last two doors, "Just my luck," she huffed, "the last two doors."
She looked to her left and saw no trace of a plaque anywhere, "I guess it's an empty room," she laughed as she looked to her right. "Foxlin," then she saw that, Foxlin was crossed out and 'Chanse' was written above it. "Definitely my room." She laughed, as she pushed the door open.
~~~~~~~~~
A week had past and Chanse had spent every minute of her spare time learning spells and charms from Professor McGonagall, Cho, and some other people. She also had been slowly remembering bits and pieces of her past.
It was the big night of the dueling club. Everyone gathered in the Great Hall and waited for the dueling to begin...
"Chanse, do you know who you're paired with?" Angelina patted Chanse's back.
"No" Chanse raised her eyebrow at Angelina.
"Oh there's a sheet outside of the Great Hall that tell the order everyone is going in and who they're up against"
Chanse nodded her head and quickly took off running for the Great Hall entrance. When she got there, she saw the small list posted by the door. She placed her finger on the cool parchment and noticed her name in the number one spot. "I go first?" Chanse slid her finger across the page to see whom she was dueling. "Milo?" Chanse gasped.
Chanse had remembered Cho telling her about her ex-boyfriend from Maui. He was very athletic back in Maui, playing basketball, doing surfing, along with other sports. He also treated Chanse with the most respect anyone could treat another person with, 'Well at least I'm against a friend'.
Chanse made her way back towards the Gryffindor waiting area. Her follow teammates were waiting in there, while McGonagall talked to them. Chanse quietly took her seat.
"Who are you against?" Angelina whispered as she leaned over to Chanse.
"Milo."
"You're ex-boyfriend?"
"Well unless there's another Milo at Hogwarts, then yes...my ex-boyfriend." Chanse smirked.
"So Miss Potter I take you that you know you're up first?" Professor McGonagall was hovering over Angelina and Chanse.
"Yes I do, Professor"
McGonagall turned around to face the rest of the team, "Alright team," she clapped her hands and everyone stood, "Chanse is the first up, and she's dueling..." McGonagall checked over her charts, "The new Slytherin student, Milo" A few students sneered at the thought of a Slytherin. "Well let us go out and cheer Chanse on."
McGonagall smiled at Chanse and then left the room, with the rest of the team following behind her. Chanse stared ahead of her at the door, which McGonagall and the other Gryffindors had left through. She closed her eyes as she thought about what spells she had learned, and what to do. She began to run through the correct dueling stance in her head, but she was quickly interrupted when she heard her name over the speaker.
"Well it's time." Chanse smirked, as she straightened out her robes.
She walked through the door to find that almost every student in the school, plus faculty, was in the Great Hall. She slowly made her way down the aisle, towards the platform. She looked across the Great Hall and noticed that Milo was doing the same thing.
She walked up onto the long platform and found that Milo was on the other side. A few whispers came from the audience, but Chanse was trying to hard to remember the spells she had learn to care what people were saying.
"Duelers take your positions" Lee Jordan boomed over the microphone.
Chanse and Milo both walked towards each other, with their wands off to the side. They quickly held their wand in front of their faces, and then they did a swift movement off to their sides. They nodded their heads to each other and then turned on one foot and walked ten paces away from each other. When they had walked ten paces, they both turned, on a dime, and pointed their wand hand forward, while the other head was hovering above their head.
Chanse did a quick movement, as she made the first attack...
"Venenatus tectum!" She pointed her wand up at the ceiling.
Everyone in the room, including Chanse and Milo, looked up at the ceiling and watched as it grew transparent and the clear night sky shown. Whispers flew throughout the Great Hall as everyone tried to figure out what Chanse was doing. Chanse stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes and then she quickly went back into her dueling stance, in case Milo was going to attack.
Milo looked around the room at all the people, then at Chanse, then up at the ceiling. He shook his head slightly as he went back into his dueling stance and faced Chanse. Milo swiftly moved his wand forward, pointing it at Chanse's wand, "Accio!"
Chanse gripped her wand tightly hoping that if she held it tight enough it wouldn't fly into Milo's hands. Everyone in the room watched Chanse's wand, but it didn't move out of her hands even in the slightest bit.
"ACCIO!" Milo yelled again, and again, Chanse's wand didn't move. "What the hell?!"
Chanse loosened her grip on her wand and stared down at it. 'Same old wand...so why didn't it move?'
Milo waved his wand about down as he yelled, "ACCIO...ACCIO!" He huffed in frustration, as some people in the audience snickered at his actions, "DAMNIT WORK! ACCIO!"
"Watch your language!" Professor McGonagall shouted from the audience seats.
Milo glared over at her and then turned his attention back to Chanse.
Chanse stared up at the sky as the stars twinkled with delight. She looked at them curiously as they seem to speak to her; they whispered secrets around her. She listened as they whispered things in jumbles of words; every word was in some form of a code. 'So that's why centaurs talk in a code.' She listened carefully until a sentence was clear to her.
She looked down at the audience as they watched her every word. 'They didn't hear them' Chanse said in her head, in almost shock. 'But they were so loud'. She looked over at Milo who looked at Chase as if he would kill her if he had the chance. 'But I thought he used to be my boyfriend. Why would my ex-boyfriend slash best friend want to kill me?' The stars screamed out in riddles of words at Chanse's last comment.
She shook her head and then pointed her wand at Milo. She clearly spoke the sentence that the stars had been telling her...
"Relegare purus, abscedere nullus absque malus an bonum" Chanse felt as though her body had been taken over by someone else and was now controlling her every movement. She felt her body gain control over itself again, and she was fully in control once again.
Chanse looked down at the audience as everyone looked at Chanse in shock. She knew they were wondering what she had said and what it would do to Milo. She stared down at them in almost fear, as they turned their attention for Chanse to Milo.
She looked up at Milo as he stared at her in amazement. 'He doesn't look scared like everyone else does...why?'
Chanse heard a slowly moving sound, making her looked up at the ceiling. The ceiling slowly reappeared closing up the appearance of the night sky.
"What'd she do Professor?" Chanse heard Angelina whisper.
"I don't know" Professor McGonagall responded.
Chanse looked down at them with hope in her eyes that McGonagall, or Angelina, or someone would shout out what she had just done, or what to do.
'What happened? How'd I do that?' Chanse looked down at her wand, 'What did I do?' She looked up and around the room at everyone, and watched as they all slowly grew transparent and the only to people left in the Great Hall was Milo and Chanse.
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Chapter 29: Dueling Club
"That's great Miss Potter." McGonagall nodded, "Then I will see you tomorrow afternoon so that you may meet your team and see who you will be dueling." McGonagall turned on one foot and started to walk away.
"When is the first duel?" Chanse called out.
"At the end of this week." McGonagall smirked, before she disappeared into a wall.
"The end of the week?!" Chanse gasped. "How can I learn anything in less then a week?!" Chanse began to panic.
"Chanse," Harry patted Chanse's back, "Cho will help you learn something's, you can check books out of the library and learn spells from there, and McGonagall will help you too." He smiled.
"But I have school crap on top of learning this crap!" Chanse huffed.
"You can do it. You've always been able to balance it all."
"But I think you're forgetting I lost most of my past memory."
"You've done it once...you can do it again," Harry flashed a reassuring smile. "You've always been able to get out of tough spots in a bad situation. Like a true Potte..." Harry's voice trailed off.
"Harry what's wrong?"
"Before McGonagall came over you said something's are more important then Quidditch...like me."
"Yeah," Chanse nodded, "family is more important then anything on this planet."
"True."
"And you're my little brother and I want to get to know my past, my friends, my family, and my little brother way before I remember how to play some sport."
Harry's mouth gaped open wide, "Your...your brother?" he gasped.
"That's what I said." Chanse smirked.
Harry's face started to light up, but it quickly went back to it's normal self. "Oh yeah," Harry nodded, "Cho told you everything about Hogwarts, your past, your friends, your family, which would include me." He nodded again, "So let's just go up to the Commons Room," he started up the rotating stairs. "Hope you can remember this way, so people won't have to keep taking you up."
Harry waited for a response of any kind, a laugh, a smirk, answer just anything but silence...
"Chanse?" Harry turned around, "What's wrong?"
Chanse gripped her chest, "Just a little trouble," she took a deep breath in, "breathing." She coughing and then smiled at Harry, "I'm alright now."
"Are you sure?" Harry had concern running through his eyes, "Should we go to Madam Pomfrey?"
"No," Chanse snapped, "I'm fine...I just got winded...I'm alright now...I promise." She smiled.
"Alright." Harry said wearily as he started up the stairs.
"Harry?" Chanse nudged as she walked next to Harry.
"Yeah?"
"You know how you were saying that Cho had told me that you were my brother?"
"Yeah," Harry nodded, "she did, didn't she?"
"Well...yeah..."
"That's what I thought." Harry interrupted.
"Will you shut the hell up, so I can get a word in?" Chanse laughed.
"Yeah, sorry." Harry whispered, as he started to walk Chanse down the Gryffindor Hallway.
"Password?" The Fat Lady yawned.
"Who's that?" Chanse whispered to Harry.
"The guardian of the Gryffindor Tower."
"What's...its or her name?"
"Everyone usually calls her Fat Lady."
"Isn't that a little rude?"
"She's used to it."
"Banana Fritters." Harry nodded as the large painting swung open.
"Nice to see you again Chanse." The Fat Lady nodded.
"Yeah," Chanse nodded. "Thanks," Chanse paused, "Fat Lady."
"Excuse me?" The Fat Lady snorted.
"That's your name isn't it?" Chanse asked sheepishly.
"Well...yes, but you used to call me Lady, instead of Fat Lady."
Chanse turned around to Harry, "Harry I'll be inside in a couple of seconds, can you just wait for me inside? Because I need to talk to you."
"Sure." Harry nodded as he disappeared through the portal.
Chanse turned back to the portrait of the Fat Lady in a pink dress. "Excuse me?" Chanse whispered.
"Yes?" The Fat Lady asked.
"I didn't think me calling you Fat Lady would hurt your feelings."
"Well it didn't."
"You're acting like it did."
"Violet, my best friend told me about how Dumbledore was saying your memory was lost and you don't remember anything about being a witch."
"I remember some parts of being a witch...but not a lot of parts."
"I knew you had lost your memory but it hadn't hit me until you called me Fat Lady." The Fat Lady whined.
"When I called you Fat Lady, it didn't seem all that right." Chanse weakly smiled.
"That's because, for you, it's not."
"Well," Chanse stepped towards the portal entrance, "thank you...Lady." Chanse smiled before she stepped inside of the Gryffindor Commons Room.
"Chanse over here!" Harry waved his hands in the air, from the big red and gold chair by the fireplace.
Chanse walked over to Harry, with everyone in the room following Chanse's every move with their eyes. "Hey," Chanse smiled. "Jeez, it's like, 'Welcome back let me stare at you like you're a weird genetically mutated sheep.'"
"Where did the sheep come from?"
"You know Dolly? The cloned sheep?"
"Yeah but you were talking about genetic mutation, not clones."
"Shut up Harry." Chanse huffed, "Who gives a damn about the sheep comment."
"Well..." Harry smirked.
"Don't even start." Chanse warned.
"What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?" Harry smiled, as he gestured Chanse to sit in the chair across from him.
"No thanks...I'd rather stand, cause I have to go figure out which room is mine," Chanse laughed. "I just wanted to tell you that Cho did explain a lot about me and things I have to deal with...and I won't lie; she did tell me you were my brother."
"Told you." Harry huffed under his breath.
"But today when Cho asked you to take me up to the Gryffindor Commons Room, when I looked at you something just seemed sort of familiar about you," Chanse sighed. "Then right before McGonagall came over to ask me about being in the Dueling Club, something seemed to click."
"How so?"
"A light seemed to go off in my head saying that the reason why you seemed so familiar is because you're my brother."
"So you sort of figured out on your own that I was your brother?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Exactly." Chanse smiled. "But I really have to find my room." She started to walk away to go find her room.
"Wait," Harry stood up out of the chair.
Chanse turned back around, "What?"
"It's nice to have my sister back."
"It's nice to be able to understand what you mean when you tell me I'm your sister," Chanse nodded, "and it's really nice to be able to look you back and say, 'Yeah I am your sister and you're my brother.'"
"I got to meet Hermione and Ron in the library, so you go find that room, while I go find those guys."
"Alright," Chanse nodded, "I'll see you later." She called out as she ran up the staircase heading towards the girl's dorms.
She stopped on the first floor and saw a small snout girl walking towards her. "Excuse me." The little girl pushed past her.
"Excuse me," Chanse called out to the little girl.
"Yes?" the little girl turned around.
"Can you tell me which floor my dorm is on?"
The little girl pause as she looked in shock at Chanse, as if Chanse should know that already, "Um...yeah," she stuttered, "go up six more levels and the seconds to top level is the level you want."
"Thank you." Chanse smiled as she started up the stairs.
She went up one more level, "One." She counted every level as she went up, "Two...Three...Four...Five...Six..." She stopped as she looked down the long hallway.
There was a large window at the end of the hallway, and medium size wooden doors on every side of the hallway. Chanse slowly made her way down the clam hallway as she looked back and forth at every plaque on the doors.
"Natalie McDonald and Alicia Spinnet." Chanse read off as she past another wooden door.
She made her way down the hallway until she came on the last two doors, "Just my luck," she huffed, "the last two doors."
She looked to her left and saw no trace of a plaque anywhere, "I guess it's an empty room," she laughed as she looked to her right. "Foxlin," then she saw that, Foxlin was crossed out and 'Chanse' was written above it. "Definitely my room." She laughed, as she pushed the door open.
~~~~~~~~~
A week had past and Chanse had spent every minute of her spare time learning spells and charms from Professor McGonagall, Cho, and some other people. She also had been slowly remembering bits and pieces of her past.
It was the big night of the dueling club. Everyone gathered in the Great Hall and waited for the dueling to begin...
"Chanse, do you know who you're paired with?" Angelina patted Chanse's back.
"No" Chanse raised her eyebrow at Angelina.
"Oh there's a sheet outside of the Great Hall that tell the order everyone is going in and who they're up against"
Chanse nodded her head and quickly took off running for the Great Hall entrance. When she got there, she saw the small list posted by the door. She placed her finger on the cool parchment and noticed her name in the number one spot. "I go first?" Chanse slid her finger across the page to see whom she was dueling. "Milo?" Chanse gasped.
Chanse had remembered Cho telling her about her ex-boyfriend from Maui. He was very athletic back in Maui, playing basketball, doing surfing, along with other sports. He also treated Chanse with the most respect anyone could treat another person with, 'Well at least I'm against a friend'.
Chanse made her way back towards the Gryffindor waiting area. Her follow teammates were waiting in there, while McGonagall talked to them. Chanse quietly took her seat.
"Who are you against?" Angelina whispered as she leaned over to Chanse.
"Milo."
"You're ex-boyfriend?"
"Well unless there's another Milo at Hogwarts, then yes...my ex-boyfriend." Chanse smirked.
"So Miss Potter I take you that you know you're up first?" Professor McGonagall was hovering over Angelina and Chanse.
"Yes I do, Professor"
McGonagall turned around to face the rest of the team, "Alright team," she clapped her hands and everyone stood, "Chanse is the first up, and she's dueling..." McGonagall checked over her charts, "The new Slytherin student, Milo" A few students sneered at the thought of a Slytherin. "Well let us go out and cheer Chanse on."
McGonagall smiled at Chanse and then left the room, with the rest of the team following behind her. Chanse stared ahead of her at the door, which McGonagall and the other Gryffindors had left through. She closed her eyes as she thought about what spells she had learned, and what to do. She began to run through the correct dueling stance in her head, but she was quickly interrupted when she heard her name over the speaker.
"Well it's time." Chanse smirked, as she straightened out her robes.
She walked through the door to find that almost every student in the school, plus faculty, was in the Great Hall. She slowly made her way down the aisle, towards the platform. She looked across the Great Hall and noticed that Milo was doing the same thing.
She walked up onto the long platform and found that Milo was on the other side. A few whispers came from the audience, but Chanse was trying to hard to remember the spells she had learn to care what people were saying.
"Duelers take your positions" Lee Jordan boomed over the microphone.
Chanse and Milo both walked towards each other, with their wands off to the side. They quickly held their wand in front of their faces, and then they did a swift movement off to their sides. They nodded their heads to each other and then turned on one foot and walked ten paces away from each other. When they had walked ten paces, they both turned, on a dime, and pointed their wand hand forward, while the other head was hovering above their head.
Chanse did a quick movement, as she made the first attack...
"Venenatus tectum!" She pointed her wand up at the ceiling.
Everyone in the room, including Chanse and Milo, looked up at the ceiling and watched as it grew transparent and the clear night sky shown. Whispers flew throughout the Great Hall as everyone tried to figure out what Chanse was doing. Chanse stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes and then she quickly went back into her dueling stance, in case Milo was going to attack.
Milo looked around the room at all the people, then at Chanse, then up at the ceiling. He shook his head slightly as he went back into his dueling stance and faced Chanse. Milo swiftly moved his wand forward, pointing it at Chanse's wand, "Accio!"
Chanse gripped her wand tightly hoping that if she held it tight enough it wouldn't fly into Milo's hands. Everyone in the room watched Chanse's wand, but it didn't move out of her hands even in the slightest bit.
"ACCIO!" Milo yelled again, and again, Chanse's wand didn't move. "What the hell?!"
Chanse loosened her grip on her wand and stared down at it. 'Same old wand...so why didn't it move?'
Milo waved his wand about down as he yelled, "ACCIO...ACCIO!" He huffed in frustration, as some people in the audience snickered at his actions, "DAMNIT WORK! ACCIO!"
"Watch your language!" Professor McGonagall shouted from the audience seats.
Milo glared over at her and then turned his attention back to Chanse.
Chanse stared up at the sky as the stars twinkled with delight. She looked at them curiously as they seem to speak to her; they whispered secrets around her. She listened as they whispered things in jumbles of words; every word was in some form of a code. 'So that's why centaurs talk in a code.' She listened carefully until a sentence was clear to her.
She looked down at the audience as they watched her every word. 'They didn't hear them' Chanse said in her head, in almost shock. 'But they were so loud'. She looked over at Milo who looked at Chase as if he would kill her if he had the chance. 'But I thought he used to be my boyfriend. Why would my ex-boyfriend slash best friend want to kill me?' The stars screamed out in riddles of words at Chanse's last comment.
She shook her head and then pointed her wand at Milo. She clearly spoke the sentence that the stars had been telling her...
"Relegare purus, abscedere nullus absque malus an bonum" Chanse felt as though her body had been taken over by someone else and was now controlling her every movement. She felt her body gain control over itself again, and she was fully in control once again.
Chanse looked down at the audience as everyone looked at Chanse in shock. She knew they were wondering what she had said and what it would do to Milo. She stared down at them in almost fear, as they turned their attention for Chanse to Milo.
She looked up at Milo as he stared at her in amazement. 'He doesn't look scared like everyone else does...why?'
Chanse heard a slowly moving sound, making her looked up at the ceiling. The ceiling slowly reappeared closing up the appearance of the night sky.
"What'd she do Professor?" Chanse heard Angelina whisper.
"I don't know" Professor McGonagall responded.
Chanse looked down at them with hope in her eyes that McGonagall, or Angelina, or someone would shout out what she had just done, or what to do.
'What happened? How'd I do that?' Chanse looked down at her wand, 'What did I do?' She looked up and around the room at everyone, and watched as they all slowly grew transparent and the only to people left in the Great Hall was Milo and Chanse.