"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-Seven - "Who told you? I told you."
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EVERY SECOND BETWEEN THEM FELT LIKE SHE WAS TRAVELLING A MILLION LIGHTYEARS.
Lost in space but never feeling lonely, shrouded in dark but being approached by the afterglow slowly but very surely. Feeling filled to the brim with comfort, a strange but welcome feeling that seemed new to her. This kind of happiness had shown up in flashes, smiles and jokes and parties but it had never stuck around as long as it had then. For a full five minutes, stood around the corner from the Great Hall, Sherry felt complete for the first time in a big while.
Confusion still loomed in the background of her brain, resistance still pushed against her every action and desire. Sadness still dwindled in the depths of her mind but she felt none of it. Sherry had been broken down, built up, torn apart and slowly she was being stitched back together by everybody around her keeping her sane. There was always one thing that kept her grounded and that was her rivalry with James Potter which ignited some primal instinct within her to compete, compete, compete, submit.
"So what now?" His voice said by her ear, so soft and so deep. A voice that had once caused irritation now caused comfort, she craved to hear it once more, to have it quell her deepest emotions. The question almost had her worried, but the amused lilt he had in his tone assured her that he wasn't looking for a full future plan.
Sherry picked her head up from his shoulder and looked up at him, meeting his eyes and almost melting in his hold at his gaze. When she had set out that morning, she was unsure, uncertain of how it would be and how he would react: now she knew that if she hadn't done it today she would've gone insane without the love of James to keep her up and going.
How weird that a confession can change a person but open them up to their real selves at the exact same time.
James stared back at her, smiling softly just as she was with his hands resting on her hips securely. It was a quiet and calm moment, but his heart was beating so unbelievably fast that he wouldn't have been surprised if he went into some kind of cardiac arrest at the way she was looking at him. His cheeks were flushed with a hot pink colour and he could feel sweat starting to form on his forehead at the closeness, but he'd be damned if he let this moment slip away.
"I don't know." Sherry whispered in the silence as a response, shaking her head a little with her eyebrows furrowing slightly at the prospect of what was to come. "I didn't really have a plan...just to confess."
"Right." He chuckled, taking a breath in and looking past her shoulder at the empty corridor. No one came down here in the morning because they were all anxious to get some breakfast in them. "I just can't believe that actually just happened."
"Me neither." Sherry blushed again, glancing away from him because she felt she would shrink under his gaze and begin giggling like a child. "This was not how I thought this morning would go."
