"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 Thirty - "Shut the fuck up, Snape, or I'll shove five bicorn horns up your ass."
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"GUESS WHAT?" Sherry Opal bothered Amber González early on a Monday morning, the two girls already awake to start their day but Sherry slightly more awake than Amber was. She had gotten out of bed like she had never been asleep at all and Amber had sluggishly rolled over in bed to face her with a tired smile pointed to Sherry's excited one.
"What?" She whispered and her friend's grin grew more if even possible, the girl was crouched right beside Amber's bed, hands on the mattress as she rested her chin on them and Amber squinted at her through the blinding sunlight filtering in through the windows.
"My birthday is on Saturday." Sherry said, eyes glittering with happiness and Amber actually forced herself to sit up at the news and raised an eyebrow at Sherry who stayed crouched next to her bed still dressed in her pyjamas. "I'm gonna be 16 and my mom is gonna come and visit! We've had my sweet 16 planned since I was 13 and although we never planned to be in Britain, I'm sure we can make it work. My friends in America won't make it though but I have other people to make up for them."
Amber flushed at the hinting smile Sherry gave her, it meant a lot that she was even considering to have her at her sweet 16 that she was obviously very passionate about. It's not like she was shocked at the invitation, just happy that instead of being sad about her old friends, Sherry had come to be happy about her new friends and Amber was happy that she maybe had some leverage over Sherry's American friends now.
"I can't believe you're the oldest out of the four of us." Amber shook her head with a small laugh, wiping her eyes as Sherry stood out of her crouch and sat on the edge of Amber's bed instead. "You're like the least mature."
"I think that spot goes to Oliver."
"Oliver didn't have to get dragged out of Lily Evans' birthday party." Amber tilted her head at the blonde in front of her and Sherry just smirked, she still didn't remember much about what had happened that night since the last thing she remembered was being engaged in a heated kiss with Matt before she woke up in her bed.
By Amber's words, she supposed that she was the one who managed to get her safely into bed after that night. She hadn't really asked and no one had come up to her expecting a thank you all week after the party and she hadn't really been bothered to ask around, not with her suspicions of Amber being the one to take of her.
Matt hadn't said anything either and Sherry had been seeing him a lot recently, after the night of the party they had become a sort of unofficial couple. Often seen close together, flirting and maybe stealing kisses from one another but they wouldn't exactly name themselves as boyfriend and girlfriend. Not just yet, anyway. Sherry didn't want to rush him into anything so just decided on waiting for him to ask her because she definitely knew her answer.
