"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-Five - "But you don't love me anymore?"
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"YOU WERE RIGHT."
She appeared out of nowhere. There was beside them and then suddenly she had materialised in all of her glory, short curly blonde hair with smooth, soft porcelain skin and glistening blue eyes reflecting the ceiling charmed to look like the sky outside of the castle. The downturned, bow-shaped lips that were painted red were deformed from her usual smile into a small, worried frown.
Amber González looked like a deer trapped in headlights as she turned with a mouthful of ham sandwich to face her friend, eyes wide and eyebrows drawn together in slight confusion as the girl frowned at her. Sherry looked very apologetic as she placed her hands on one of Oliver's from across the table and squeezed it tightly with a troubled expression; Oliver and Louis exchanged glances with one another.
"I'm having the worst day." She whined, letting go of Oliver's hand and tugging a plate towards her piled with sandwiches before she started to eat them like everything was normal. Amber smiled at the fact that there was no longer any discourse between them.
"What happened?" Louis asked, raising his eyebrows as Sherry stuffed her face with a sandwich like she hadn't eaten in days. Sherry put a finger up, telling him to wait a moment whilst she chewed the bread in her hand.
"So first..." Sherry gulped, putting a hand to her chest as she did so before looking at her friends again. Amber finished chewing her food too, now sat watching Sherry curiously. "Was that whole thing in Defence with the patronuses-"
"That was adorable, the little snuggling that the animals did." Oliver chuckled, a goblet in his hand as he drained the last of the drink. Louis was shaking his head from next to him, pursing his lips as Oliver continued to chuckle. "What?"
Sherry grabbed a sandwich from the centre plate and threw it at his head, the triangle sandwich bounced off of Oliver's head and clattered back down to the table, leaving breadcrumbs and a little bit of butter in his strands of hair.
"Hey!"
"Anyway," Sherry brushed off her hands, clearing her throat as Oliver pouted at the breadcrumbs in his tresses. Louis smirked and pat him on the back as Sherry continued explaining. "So after that, I rushed out obviously because how embarrassing was that lesson. Then Lily comes around the corner, flushed cheeks, eyes glancing everywhere and she sits next to me. And do you know what she says?"
"She told you that you and James are soulmates?" Amber guessed, raising an eyebrow.
"No, she told me that Potter and I were-" Sherry cut off her words immediately, turning to face Amber with a small pout; the girl grinned and brushed her own hands off after finishing the sandwich. "How did you know that?"
"Remember that whole argument we had this morning?" Amber trailed off, pretending to think back to the morning but Sherry didn't let her finish speaking, instead scoffed and waved her off. The girl in front of her grinned at the action. "Yeah, exactly."
