"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 One - "Oh well, I can't seem to find where I gave a shit."
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"I'M NOT RUNNING THROUGH A WALL." Sherry narrowed her eyes at a barrier that Remus had just run through. She shook her hair, her blonde ponytail swaying side to side as she stood still, looking up at Lyall with defiance.
"You have to, it's the only way to get onto the platform." He explained and she scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"Is it not already torture enough to make me wear that stupid uniform when I was perfectly fine with my cranberry poncho and headband." She narrowed her eyes.
At Ilvermorny, the uniform was a white blouse with a simple navy blue blazer buttoned over it, a similar navy skirt, that she rolled up slightly and a cranberry coloured poncho cloak with a matching headband. She loved it.
But now she was stood here in another pair of denim flair jeans, a red spotty tie-top, a matching headband and a blue Jean jacket, and running head first into a wall was not sitting well with her.
"Want me to go with you?" Lyall asked, nervously glancing up at the clock which read '10:55'. "Because you have to be on that train in 5 minutes."
"Fine." She stood still and crossed her arms. "I just won't go."
"Sherry." Lyall moved around behind her to grip the trolley like she was doing. "On the count of three."
"No."
"One..."
"No!"
"Two..."
"Cut it out."
"Three..."
"I really hate this place." She exclaimed, but Lyall had already started pushing the trolley, she had no choice but to go too unless she didn't want to be flattened by her own guardian.
The wall was getting closer and closer. Sherry squeezed her eyes shut, ready for impact, but it never came. A breeze flew past her instead, blowing her curls back as she opened her eyes and looked around at this whole new platform. '9 3/4', a bit extra, but what isn't extra when Sherry's around.
A red steam engine was on the tracks, students with large bulky trunks were all getting on. Their clothes in contrast to Sherry's were odd. They were all wearing dark colours like grey or black, or...brown. It almost made Sherry gag. Her bright blue jeans and red shirt almost guaranteed her everyone's attention.
But no one looked as the conductor started whistling for the last call. "All aboard!" They yelled and Sherry rolled her eyes, turning to see Lyall grinning.
"Have fun." He said and then waved to someone behind them, Remus was with four other boys, talking to two elderly adults. "Now, go make friends."
"You sound like my mother." She scrunched her nose up and wagged her fingers at him for a goodbye, abandoning her trolley and just picking up her red suitcase, rolling it past everyone, who were now fully aware of the brightly coloured girl on their platform.
