"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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THE HOGS HEAD INN HAD LESSENED IN POPULATION.
The night was getting deeper. The sky was blackening further. Sensible wizards and witches who had work the next day had scurried off as soon as the clock hit 10:30, bustling about through flails of long skirts and arms going everywhere as they made their escape from the lively pub that had enraptured them for the evening. The bums that spent their days drowning in beer had settled down just a little, ordering one more drink to get them through the night.
Dancing music had slowly transitioned into long classical stretches on the violin that was played by no one, courtesy of a charm that had been cast upon the three instruments which had provided their entertainment for the evening. No body remained up and dancing apart from two young Hogwarts students that probably should've been in bed by now, but none of the patrons would snitch, not if James slipped them a galleon or two.
"Did I woo you?"
"I would say yes, but you just said the word 'woo' so no," Sherry sighed. The two were locked in a small embrace, swaying from side to side with the classical music on in the background. "But I have had fun. Even though I'm one hundred percent sure I've got blisters on my feet now."
"That's cause you went so crazy in the stamping one," James laughed, his hand gliding up and down her back for a sense of comfort for her.
"The barmaids made it look easy." Sherry defended herself, shaking her head at James' laughter as they swayed slowly. "This was actually a very good date. Thank you."
"Any time," James whispered to her, hand on her back whilst she rest her head upon his shoulder, the two of them in their moment of bliss for just a second longer. "It's almost Christmas."
"I know," Sherry smiled, her smile stretching into a grin as she held him close, her hands splayed against his back. James chuckled at the mere sound of her excitement. "I'm excited."
"What are you doing for it?" He asked, his voice turning to a low murmur as his mouth remained beside her ear; she felt every word he spoke reverberate around her entire body as though she were hollow.
"I don't know," She sighed, her voice betraying her feelings of exasperation when it came to the Holidays. As well known, Sherry didn't have the best experiences with holidays. Christmas last year she had been alone, her birthday had been when her mother didn't show up, as well as the Fourth of July.
The only holiday where she had truly been given a testament to how fun and carefree it had been, was the Halloween that had just passed, where Sherry had made the bold move to tell James Potter that he was now her boyfriend. Premature, maybe, considering that they hadn't even been on a date with one another beforehand but she liked to think that it had gone rather smoothly so far.
