"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...
- Chapter Twelve - "We have Mr. Filch for a reason."
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"PLEASE."
"No."
"Pretty please."
"No."
"Pretty please with a cherry on top, there's some cream there too."
"Miss Opal," Professor McGonagall whirled around with her face already looking exhausted despite only being in the presence of the young girl for no more than five minutes. "Your pleading will get you nowhere. Now for the sake of my sanity, please stop talking until we arrive at the Owlery."
"Where's that?" Sherry asked, a bucket in one hand and a dustpan and brush in the other. She had gotten back to school a couple of hours ago, leaving the good time she had at Hogsmeade at the gates and entering with her nonchalant attitude when once again inside of the stone walls. Dinner had gone smoothly until she got a note at the end telling her to meet Professor McGonagall in the entrance hall to go up to her second detention with Potter.
Sherry had been begging for McGonagall to tell her what she would be doing and if she could just make it up to her another time, preferably without Potter, but the woman would dismiss all of her words .
"It's the next tower along." McGonagall said, walking towards said tower as Sherry followed, seeing a spiralling staircase going up the side of the stone. "Oh, Potter, there you are."
Sherry looked around to see Potter walking towards them with a dustpan and brush in his hand, his eyebrows furrowed slightly at it as he approached. Looking in between his dustpan and brush and her bucket, Sherry connected the dots and began to put the bucket down to run away but McGonagall had her hand wrapped around the wrist before she could get far.
"No." She struggled, trying to yank her hand out of the woman's grip but McGonagall just stood there impassively like the girl wasn't using nearly all of her strength to try and get free. "I am not...going to...clean the Owlery...it stinks already but I'm pretty sure that's just Potter."
"Wait, cleaning the Owlery?" Potter exclaimed, turning incredulously to his Head Of House. "Please, Minnie, just let us off this once." He pleaded as Sherry continued to struggle.
"Yeah, Minnie, please."
"Oh look, you're agreeing with each other on something." McGonagall said blandly and both of them shot out protests at once.
"No!" They said together, practically shouting but McGonagall remained stoic. Sherry grumbled under her breath and gave up on her attempt to leave but the elder woman didn't let go of her wrist.
"So you want to clean the Owlery?" She asked, feigning curiosity and confusion as she tilted her head to the side.
"No!" Both of them shouted again before turning their heads to glare at each other furiously. "Stop it!"
