"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 Seventeen - "I'll take your word for it."
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"I DIDN'T START IT, IT WASN'Y MY FAULT AND IF THIS WERE AMERICA, I WOULD SUE."
Sherry Opal stormed into the headmasters office with so much vigour that the door slammed against the wall and rattled some cabinets that were propped against it. She had a hard scowl on her face, arms crossed over her chest and weight put all on one leg as she stopped in the middle of the office and stared at Professor Dumbledore who sat calmly and somewhat amusedly in front of Potter who had the same scowl as Sherry but was looking down at the floor.
"Miss Opal, how lovely of you to join us." Dumbledore greeted and looked towards a clock he had hanging on the wall above the door that Sherry had just stormed in from. "Approximately ten minutes late but at least you're here. Now, if you would please exit the office and make yourself known appropriately meaning, knock. I'd say that storming into my office without knocking would be like me apparating into your private home chambers without prior warning."
Sherry rolled her eyes at his small smile and walked back out of the office, her heels making hard thuds on the floor as she did so. She grasped the handle and pulled it shut behind her before turning to face it and knocking her hand heavily on the wood, pissed off and angry.
"Who is it?" Dumbledore called from inside and she rolled her eyes once again, grasping the handle and walking in again with an incredulous look on her face.
"Jesus Christ!" She exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief at her headmaster who still sat calmly behind his desk.
"Oh, how lovely." He smiled at her, sitting up slightly. "We were under the impression that it'd be at least a couple more years before you arrived on our earth once more as a mortal."
Sherry stared at him for a couple of moments before pointing back at the door. "I swear to you I'll leave right now, I have chess game to win."
"I'm sure the game can wait for you to finish your business here." Dumbledore cleared his throat and gestured to the second chair opposite his desk, the one next to Potter. "If you would please take a seat, Miss Opal."
Begrudgingly, she did so. She knew what this was about, it had been the only thing everyone had been raving about for the past couple of days and she knew that they weren't going to get off without any kind of punishment. After McGonagall had caught up to them in the hall, they had both practically been dragged out by the ear and having given separate scolding's for the sake of McGonagall's mental health. Professor Flitwick had joined in on Sherry's telling off, his squeaky voice ringing in her ears though she didn't pay much attention as she tried to squeeze the juice out of her wet hair as he was talking.
The two stars of Hogwarts as of the last couple of days only greeted each other with glares or crude hand gestures when they passed each other through the halls, Remus was getting tired of keeping the both of them away from each other and without the help from Sirius who actually wanted to see the two of them fight again, it was a hard job. Sherry had no reason to be as horrible to Remus as she was to James so she wasn't, she also didn't want to risk the chance of getting kicked out of where she was staying.
