"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 Sixty-One - "You are our number one star player, you'll be the life of the party."
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(sorry in advance for this shitty chapter)
SHERRY OPAL STOOD IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR. Her hair was tied up in that flowing high ponytail on the top of her head and her Quidditch goggles rested on her hairline, they were hideously ugly but it was also a rainy day and she had to wear them otherwise she couldn't play. She wore extra covering and protection since it was a rainy day too, yet they hadn't called off the match.
For once in her life Sherry was willing to get drenched because she hadn't played a match in months. The last one she had played was when she won it, which was good, but she was also injured and then the victory hadn't lasted for long because of Potter's idiotic mind. Ravenclaw had lost the final match and given the cup to Gryffindor; this year Sherry was determined to steal the trophy. She couldn't help but feel guilty for their failure.
Staring at herself, the blonde beauty rsn her hand across her chest, touching it delicately and reminiscing on the scars there. Stark white lines cascading against her skin, bumpy and still a bit scabby which is gross. Not once had she ever blamed Remus for her injury and she never would, but she did kind of regret running into that wolf.
It was to save Potter. Maybe at the time she regretted saving him because he had yelled at her straight after she woke up in the hospital, but now she doesn't regret a thing. Not saving him could've made him much more hurt and therefore would weigh down on her own conscience. But she had to admit he deserved at least a scratch. At least for the time being, Snape wasn't being a royal pain in her ass.
Those times had been and gone now. It was a new Quidditch Year and Sherry was ready to dominate the pitch once more, Louis would be hoisted up onto the shoulders of his team mates and hold the cup in his hands whilst yelling with victory. She would make sure of it, it was what he deserved and this match was not that hard.
They were against Hufflepuff, like they often were at the start of the year. Hufflepuff were good but Sherry reckoned that the Ravenclaw team was better after the cycles and training that Louis had put them all through since the training sessions started up. They had one session where they all practiced the Sloth Grip Roll.
This was where they all attempted to hang themselves upside down on their brooms to dodge a bludger that the other team's Beaters might have directed towards them. Jacob had fell off his broom a couple of times but not too much damage had been done, Eleanor had the help of Sherry getting her back on her broom but the rest of the team managed to perfect it.
Sherry tried the Starfish and Stick which was basically just expanding herself as far off of her broom as she could, hand gripping the wood with her leg wrapped around it so she could reach father. She didn't think she would need it but Louis had her practice it anyway so if she desperately needed to cover more space, she could.
