"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞."
Sherry Opal does not like England. She was born and raised in America, more specifically in Massachusetts where Ilvermorny, her school was located. Her mother had threaten...
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IT WAS A COLD MORNING AT THE START OF OCTOBER, leaves from trees and bushes outside the castle had been shed onto the ground and they had become crisp from the temperature. The girls in the Ravenclaw dorms had it bad, Ravenclaw Tower was (as its name says) a tower, so it travelled upwards meaning it got colder nearer the top. They lay with their covers pulled up to under their chins and extra blankets lay over them, the curtains around their beds closed to keep the warm air inside their bunks. The temperature had largely differed from what is was at the start of September when Summer had just come to an end.
Sherry's summer was the best summer she'd had in years, Summer 1975 was definitely one to remember. She had spent her days running through fields and riding around on bikes with her friend group, they were all muggles so it was all unbelievably exciting. New music, new films, new clothes and her mother finally trusted her to go out on her own since she had turned 15 in the middle of February. Stephanie Hopper was her ride or die back in America, sneaking out late hours of the night or early hours in the morning if one of them needed the other.
Connor Fletcher and Michael Rojas were the last members of the group, two boys so they made the perfect balance. They were each others ride or die, even if they didn't want admit it, but it was a great bromance. Michael was actually Sherry's first kiss at his family's New Years Eve party in third year, they were both blushing messes afterwards but never brought it up again which worked well in the sense that their friend group wouldn't be ruined by awkwardness.
There was one special moment in the summer of 1975 that made it the best, Connor had proposed that they should hike up a mountain one day. At first, Sherry was very reluctant but Stephanie had managed to convince her and decked in comfortable clothes with her hair tied back messily, Sherry met up with the group one day and they all went hiking.
The actual hike wasn't the special part though, it was when they reached the top that made it a moment they would never forget. It overlooked the whole of their village, they could see hills and mountains bumping over behind it and the sun shining high in the sky above them. Although they were all sweaty and their legs were aching, they were amazed at the wonderful view before them.
"Woohoo!" Connor had stood near the edge, careful not to fall down and screamed out over the mountain whilst holding his arms up victoriously. His brown hair sat messily on top of his head, strands of sweaty hair almost sticking to his red forehead as the rest of the group looked over at him and laughed. The scream echoed through the air wildly and for a long silent moment, they were just teenagers at peace.
"Yeah!" Michael joined him with a laugh, running over to stand next to him on the edge. Stephanie was next and then Sherry joined, all of them yelling with victory over the edge of a mountain. All sweaty, all hot but at peace.
"Guys, a quarry." Stephanie pointed out and they all looked over to see a smaller cliff with a round pool of water below. It rippled calmly and the ledge beside it was smooth and had surrounding, stable rocks. "I could do with a cooling down." She laughed.
