"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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SHERRY SAT BY HERSELF OUTSIDE OF DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE.
When Remus had found her at her common room with Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall, he had failed to mention what was actually wrong with Hope before he was whisked up to the Headmasters office without her.
Sherry had gone to follow him but was stopped by her head of house and Dumbledore who told her to wait on the bench until he was ready for her; it caused a very loud argument where Sherry protested against being made to stay in the dark but Remus was too worried and upset to argue for her.
So now Sherry sat alone waiting to be called up to the office.
The large Griffin that guarded the entrance to Professor Dumbledore's office stood tall and threatening beside her, hiding the staircase that lead up to the Headmasters office where Sherry had spent enough time to know as well as the back of her hand. Though it seemed Dumbledore had changed the password, as when Sherry shouted the name of a candy at it, it didn't budge in the slightest.
Then Sherry had proceeded to kick the statue in anger, hurting herself more than she hurt the inanimate object she was abusing.
Outside, the sky dimmed down and the quarter moon rose high above the Scottish Highlands that Hogwarts was found inside. It cast a faint light through all of the windows until Sherry was shrouded by shadow and only her feet were in the moonlight, never stilling as she nervously fidgeted.
Many midnight strolls had become part of Sherry's routine but she was normally walking around the castle, being sat still awaiting a horror she wasn't sure she wanted to know made the darkness around her seem scarier than usual.
Sherry Opal was figuratively and literally in the dark.
"Psst!"
Sherry looked up from her lap, furrowing her eyebrows as she looked around the corridor with curious eyes. It was basically pitch black and she had not bothered to light her wand, so she couldn't really see anything except her own two feet. Then there was movement from the shadows and she flinched a little, looking up at whatever it was as a figure started moving towards her.
However she saw no threat in this figure, felt no fear at its approach as she recognised the shadow of hair, the clumsy steps of a Quidditch Captain coming to sit beside her. The signature smell of James Potter coming down towards the bench and sitting beside her, looking caught in between a smile of greeting and a smile of pity.
"James," Sherry breathed and moved for the first time in an hour, barging into the boy and wrapping her arms tightly around his broad chest.
