"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...
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"I'M SO OVERWHELMED."
Sherry Opal was lay on her bed with her back against the covers. It was the morning after the Quidditch Party, bright and early, and Sherry had been up all night staring at the ceiling of her dorm, thinking over every word of the conversation she had with Potter. Although it was less of a conversation and more of Potter just talking at Sherry and her stuttering in between each monologue he made.
Amber was sat at the end of her bed, decked out in her fluffy white pyjamas and keeping hold of her dressing gown around her body, staring down at Sherry on the bed almost acting like a mother with her sick child. Her soft hand was rubbing Sherry's leg carefully in comfort, Sherry's own fluffy pyjama pants warming up her hand.
Despite it being earlier than their usual wakeup time, Amber had woken up to a banging sound and then faintly heard a quiet exclamation of pain from Sherry who had banged her elbow on her bedside table. Unable to get back to sleep, Amber had come out of her bed, slipped her slippers on and shuffled over to open the curtains of Sherry's bed.
The girl hadn't been there to see or hear the large momentous conversation that had plagued Sherry's mind but Louis and Oliver had been more than eager to explain it to her whilst Potter practically cried to Remus about his own stupidity. Amber had a little conversation with a drunk James about it, but didn't bother to ask him any big questions that his drunk mind couldn't handle.
"I know, hon." Now here she was, comforting Sherry whilst the girl spoke into her soft pillow. Barely heard and yet Amber could understand every single word she was saying. A war was waging in her mind of whether she should take her emotions into her own hands and put it to Sherry straight or not. "It sucks."
"He sucks." Sherry took the pillow away from her face, makeup smudged onto the white pillowcase as she hugged it close to her chest instead, staring up at the ceiling. "And yet I cannot get myself to hate him again, no matter how hard I try. God, he ruined my fucking life and as soon as he starts not apologising all the time and giving me space, I'm open to like be his friend again. It's the bare minimum that he did."
"Maybe you're just a very forgiving person. I mean, all that stuff with you mum..." Amber trailed off, wincing a little as she squeezed Sherry's leg, smiling as encouragingly as she could.
"Have I ever told you about Cheyenne Sturgis, my best friend for like a couple of years?" Sherry asked, sitting up slightly and using her arms to support her as she tilted her head over at Amber, who shook her head slowly and pursed her lips. "Exactly."
Sherry then flopped back down and kicked her feet frustratedly, Amber's hand quickly coming of Sherry's leg so she didn't get hurt in the process of the girl's freak out. She then took the pillow off of her chest and held it on her face again, groaning. "I just want to hate him again. Why can't I hate him? It's like everything I do to try to hate him, just doesn't work. Which I don't understand because Sirius fucking Black ignites this rage in me that makes me want to shove his head in a fucking guillotine."
