"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 Twenty-Eight - "Be grateful I'm letting you out."
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"YOU WERE WRONG." Potter exclaimed victoriously as he strutted into Dumbledore's office with his usual cocky demeanour on the chilly evening of January 30th, he wore smart clothing that differed from his usual Friday night outfits and he had obviously attempted to tame his hair but whatever method he used hadn't been successful, it still lay in a mess on top of his head but his bright grin didn't seem to have wavered at the fact. Instead, the smile stayed in place as he crossed the office to place himself on one of the two chairs provided for their comfort.
"Wrong about what, exactly?" Sherry asked from her usual seat, furrowing her eyebrows but not bothering to look up at him as her eyes stayed trained on the pages of the Daily Prophet which was the only thing to cure her entertainment and boredom when she knew that the rest of her friends were partying with Lily Evans somewhere in the school.
There was nothing interesting in the Prophet but it was all she could do to keep her looking busy since she had already read Witch Weekly, it delivered to her dorm mate when she was at Quidditch Practice and by the time Amber and Sherry returned to the dorm after their showers and freshening up, Sherry was free to read. Which she had but now regretted reading it so soon.
The Quidditch practices were leading up to the match they were playing in March which was a whole month away but better to improve their skills than to sit and wait and do extra practices the two weeks before the match. One match was happening in February but that one was Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff which determined which team the Ravenclaw team would be playing in March. The one that lost, Sherry hoped for Gryffindor, would play them in March to see if they could regain their placing and if not then they would play Slytherin to determine to overall loser of this season.
So Louis was determined to get every single player on their team above and beyond with their skills so they could advance to and hopefully win the finals that would occur in May.
Sherry also found that she had another nagging thought on her mind last Friday, one that scared her because she had never been that worried about a person before. Remus clouded her thoughts in their last session in Dumbledore's office, Potter's too and both of them were staring out of the window this time and eyeing the moon with disgust. Though Sherry tried to snap herself out of her nausea for Remus, it didn't seem to disappear even when she busied herself with the nearest book.
He seemed okay when she checked on him the next day though which a sense of small relief flooded through her for. She hated it. It hit her like a brick wall that she cared for Remus and her night had been spent staring up at the ceiling of her bed, missing home more than ever. The last thing she wanted to do was get attached to Britain and now she was feeling sick when she thought about this random boy she didn't even know that well in pain every full moon.
But there was no use, McGonagall had already made it clear to her once when she skipped a full couple days of lessons that if her goal was to get expelled, it was one she was not going to grant her. Sherry had never regretted her actions back in America but was now actually starting to. All those boyfriends of her mothers she had driven out of the house, all those family pictures she had put in the bin when her appearance changed, all those times Lena had been called into school by the headmistress.
