"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 Fifty-Nine - "Still talking out of your ass, huh?"
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THE ONLY GOOD THING ABOUT SLUGHORN'S DINNER PARTY was the fact that the people there had to dress up, that was the only thing that had enticed Sherry and also probably the only thing that had convinced her to stay for the whole dinner instead of making an excuse and leaving early. The rest of it was filled with incredibly boring conversation topics that made Sherry want to fall asleep at the table itself.
Amber, Louis, Remus, Lily, Potter and Sherry had been some of the first ones there and therefore had the pleasure of having the awkward conversations whilst they waited for the others to show up and steal the attention from them. Luckily, he had been focused on Lily for a large amount of time. He spoke to them about O.W.L grades and how certain people could improve, obviously eyeing Sherry as she took a large gulp out of her butterbeer.
He spoke about Remus and Lily being sixth-year prefects, their ambitions to be head boy and head girl, whether any of the others would throw their hat in the ring. Amber and Louis had looked at one another, giggled and then announced that they would quite fancy the position. Lily offered compliments to them, as did the rest and Potter smirked too with a hand around his drink.
"I'm thinking of going up for it too." He butted in and Lily chuckled immediately with Remus laughing at her side, Amber had raised her eyebrows in disbelief and Louis tilted his head in polite confusion and disbelief. "I feel like I might make it my year, Head Boy, Quidditch Captain, Winner of the Quidditch cup..."
"Don't get too cocky, mate." Louis said, smiling over at the boy who grinned at the friendly competition and Slughorn made an excited noise. "I'm not planning on stepping down any time soon and even if I do, I'll have a killer replacement."
His eyes drifted over to Amber and the girl flushed red as she picked at her napkin on the table despite the absence of any food. Sherry grinned at her awkwardness, incredibly fond of the girl's shyness. Potter looked at Amber like he was scrutinising her every move, as though Louis had actually stepped down.
"Yes yes, Miss González, I've heard you're quite the warrior out on the pitch. You too, Miss Opal." Slughorn said, draining the last of his butterbeer from his glass and placing it back down on the table. Sherry and Amber gave one another knowing smiles with little eyebrow raises. "And Sherry, your fashion obviously doesn't stop on the pitch. You play in heels."
"Well, the rulebook does state that 'Students may wear any shoe type they feel is necessary for everyday activities.'" Sherry nodded her head and practically everyone at the table smiled. Obviously, the girl's habits lie famously in the minds of others. "I like to play in style."
"As an American, I suppose you have to have that trait."
"You know, recently, I'm trying to...to put America behind me." Sherry said, Remus nodded from beside her slowly. That night on the porch she spent cuddling him when she should've been hugging Lena brought bigger things to light, the whole summer had, America wasn't her home anymore. "Get in touch with my English routes you know?"
