"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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SWEATY. BOTHERED. PISSED. The arctic winds and polar breezes of that evening's climate did nothing for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team who had just finished a lengthy three hour practice. A starless sky above them coated the earth in a moody blanket of dark ink, making it harder for the team to see where they were throwing the Quaffles and Bludgers so a couple of them ended up with a Quaffle to the shoulder when they had managed to block it before it hit their faces. They were surely all sweltered and exhausted from the long time they had spent up in the air on their brooms and it made for a very tense yet atmosphere when they all gathered on the ground when Louis had called a cease.
Faint shadows of blue crowded around Sherry as she stood at the front of the group, her ponytail a mess and her cheeks flushed a bright colour of pink. Louis' silhouette stood in front of them all, his features barely noticeable due to the dark shadows of the night closing around him. Sherry wrinkled her nose at the amount of sweat that was reeking off of the team as a whole, people were huffing heavily and fanning themselves with their hands from having been flying around for three hours. A stomach rumbled from next to the girl and she turned to face the culprit; Oliver was rubbing his stomach uncomfortably and grimacing at the small gurgle.
"Great work today guys." Louis said, stepping into the silence like a gunshot in the middle of a meadow. The group all flinched, surprised at the sudden voice but all quickly realised it was just Louis talking to them through the restricted vision they all had.
Embarrassingly, another stomach rumble rang out and although everyone turned to face Oliver in accusation, it had been Sherry's stomach that had cried out for food but she didn't bother correcting anyone. Oliver didn't think to deny it anyway.
"We should all shower and get to dinner." The Captain said and was met with no complaints from the rest of the team as they all eagerly set out for the Ravenclaw changing rooms where they could wash off the stench and let their muscles relax with the water travelling down their backs.
No one uttered a word as they walked into the changing room, all setting off to the different places where they had put their bags. Sherry and Amber's bags were placed next to one another and they shared nothing more of an eyebrow raise before making their way to the girl's bathrooms installed in the changing rooms.
The mirror was the first thing Sherry paid attention to when she entered, Amber going straight towards the third shower since the other two were already running so Georgia and Michelle must've been in there. Sherry stared at her reflection, it's recently dyed hair tied back into what was originally a neat ponytail but was now windswept and messy. She took the hair tie out and let the ends of her hair tickle her Quidditch Uniform as she moved away from the mirror and over to one of the small cupboards that people could put their clothes and shit in.
She shed off her blue Quidditch robe and her underclothes before hastily grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her as she made her way to the next available shower.
