"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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(A/N: long chapter ahead, I'm taking 3700 words when my chapters are normally at least 2100. I promise it's worth it though.)
AMBER WAS PRETTY SURETHAT she had looked in the mirror more times in her fifth-year sharing a room with Sherry then she ever had in her life. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, if anything it had helped improve her confidence when she had been complimented by her friend every morning but it felt like it was becoming some sort of thing that had to be done in the morning or every single time they were about to leave their dorm. It didn't matter to Amber that much, but to Sherry, it mattered a lot.
Amber didn't know whether to start being concerned about the amount of time Sherry spent in front of the mirror, fixing her hair or makeup even though there was nothing to fix and she already looked absolutely stunning. She didn't know whether to stop it before it became an obsession or just let her friend do her own thing. Admittedly, there were time when Amber couldn't help but to take a quick peek in the mirror, especially when she wanted to see if Sherry was being honest or just nice.
But when she saw that there was nothing wrong with her appearance after Sherry's compliment, her confidence boosted greatly. The mirror obsession seemed odd on normal days but on Halloween, it was a whole other story, Sherry had been curling her hair tightly in the mirror for a full hour. She had said It can't just be normal curls, Amber, have you even seen Magenta? Amber couldn't argue there, she was actually really excited to see how their costumes had turned out seeing as Sherry had to order them in from muggle shops instead of buying them out in Hogsmeade.
"Wow." Amber said softly as she pulled out the sequin tailcoat of her costume out of the box on her bed. In there was the rest of the costume, but Amber was amazed at how the coat looked as if it would fit her exact body type. "Woah, how did you get one that looks like my size?"
"I didn't." Sherry shrugged, releasing a curl and using her hand to bounce it slightly. "I ordered the average and altered it myself."
Amber looked over at her with a soft smile but the girl was too concentrated on her now frizzly curled blonde hair in the mirror. She was so grateful that Sherry didn't insist on them changing their hair or wearing wigs because she liked her natural hair and didn't fancy having it red and short even if was just for a night.
"Ever thought about being a designer?" She asked her friend, watching as she moved to the final strands of hair with a small and satisfied grin. "You could make great money off of your style and your skill."
"It's a possibility." She shrugged her shoulders, glancing at her through the mirror. The two were the only ones in the dorm, Anna and the other girl she had still yet to learn the name of had already head down to the Gryffindor Common Room whereas Sherry had stressed the importance of being fashionably late. "I don't quite think that's what I want to do though."
