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"SHERRY."

"Yeah, exactly. Yeah. That's what's I said." Sherry Opal was stood in her kitchen, leaning against the counter with a cookie in her hand as she spoke into the phone, the cord was stretched around the corner and back over to the landline like a snakes body.

"Sherry."

"No, no I don't think so. He was a bit...crazy, y'know?" The blonde bit into her snack, chewing whilst listening to her friend on the other side of the line.

"Sherry!"

"Yeah." She laughed, tilting her head so the phone was wedged in between her shoulder and her ear. Her hands brushed together and all the cookie crumbs fell off of them.

"Sherry!"

The line went silent, her friends voice being cut off as Sherry took the phone from under her ear and looked at it, furrowing her eyebrows. "Hello? Stephanie?" She asked, looking it over again.

Lena Opal, Sherry's mother, came round the corner with the plug in hand, a hard glare on her face as she stared at her daughter.

"Mom!" Sherry exclaimed. "I was talking to Stephanie, so please can you plug the phone back in?" She asked and stared at her mother, waiting for her to move.

"I've been calling your name for the past two minutes! Get your cases ready, we leave in ten minutes!" Lena scolded, placing the landline back down on the table, but keeping it unplugged.

Sherry groaned loudly, resting her palms on the kitchen counter. "Why can't I stay here? I have friends at Ilvermorny! I don't want to go to...what's it called again?"

"Hogwarts."

The blonde snorted and hid her laughter behind her hand. "Hog...wash?" She asked teasingly, taking a bottle of spring water out of the fridge.

"Hogwarts." Her mother snapped. "We leave for the airport in ten minutes, Sherry. Get your cases!"

"But I don't want to go! I'm a Massachusetts girl, I'm a Horned Serpent not a...Griffin." Sherry scrunched her nose up.

She was indeed a Horned Serpent, sorted there in her first year at Ilvermorny Magic School, just like her father. The bastard had left long ago though. Her mother, however, was originally from England and went to another magic school, she got placed in some red house that Sherry never really payed any attention to.

Her mother had been threatening to move her to Britain for a long time, but had never actually had the courage to do it. The empty threats were now being fulfilled as in just a couple of hours, Sherry would be on the plane to Heathrow Airport. She was being sent to live with her mother's friend Lyall for three years until the end of her education and she wasn't happy.

"Just go and get your cases!"

"Alright, alright I'm going." She held her hands up in defence and walked slowly over to the stairs. When she was out of sight from her mother, she sprinted to her room and grabbed her empty suitcase, digging through her drawers and finding all of her clothes, which she then stuffed into her red case.

Her mother's footsteps were getting closer to the stairwell, so she picked up her pace and ran to the bathroom, scrambling for her toothbrush, toothpaste and deodorant, as well as her makeup bag. She sprinted back to her room and shoved it all in her case, closing it down and zipping it shut.

"Sherry."

The girl shrieked slightly and turned to see her mother in her doorway, arms crossed as she held up her daughters Walkman. "Forgetting something?" She asked and Sherry sighed in relief, launching forwards and grabbing it.

"Thanks, mom."

"You're welcome, now get everything together and let's go." Lena ushered and Sherry nodded, rushing back into her bedroom.

Another rushed 10 minutes of packing occurred and both the rest of her suitcase and her hand luggage that she could actually take on the plane were packed. In that she had her blanket, her Walkman, several of her magazines and her sketch pad along with her pencils. She didn't really need much.

"Come on." Lena dragged her daughters case to the trunk of her car, heaving it up and shutting the trunk afterwards as Sherry climbed into the passengers seat, backpack in hand.

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Sherry had been sat in her seat on the plane for 4 hours so far, her headphones were kept over her ears as Queen serenaded her. The song had come out earlier that year and she had been one of the first to put it on a tape, it was an amazing song. In her hands was her latest copy of a no-maj magazine as she read up on the latest scandal.

Stephanie, the no-maj that lived a couple of houses down from her and her mother, had practically shoved them all into her hands when they went shopping. Sherry had to admit that they were incredibly entertaining, even though it was just a bunch of bullshit.

Unfortunately, there was a little redhead kid sat behind her who kept kicking her seat, despite her glaring at him from over her shoulder.

"Will you stop kicking my seat?" She lowered her headphones slightly, before putting them back on.

The kid kicked again.

"Stop it." She didn't even look back as she flicked through her magazine.

Another kick.

"Cut it out." Her voice raised slightly as she became agitated and lowered the volume on the song that was blasting out from her Walkman, another thing that Stephanie had gifted her.

Then there was another kick.

"Listen kid, I have a razor in my bag and I will shave your hair off and feed it to you if you don't stop-" She turned in her seat, leaning over the back to face the small child, who actually looked a little bit terrified.

"Excuse me, are you threatening my son?" A woman, who also had ginger hair, was stood in the aisle as she narrowed her eyes at Sherry.

"Yes, I am." The blonde nodded.

"He is five years old." She gasped at the teenager and stroked her sons head.

"And I'm 15, what's your point?" Sherry shrugged, scoffing when the woman told her son to 'ignore the mean little girl.' "Just so you know, I have a drivers license!" She narrowed her eyes and turned back around, returning to her music and going back to her 'People' magazine.

Another five hours later and Sherry was so ready to get off of the plane. Her grey sweater was wrapped tightly around her along with her black sweatpants, she wasn't going to dress up for a nine hour flight to a different country, but she still looked good.

Her baby hairs were coming out of her messy bun slightly as she slung her backpack over her shoulder and was practically the first one to stand up, but she still had to wait a while until they were actually allowed off of the plane. She went through security and passport control, as well as collecting her suitcase and then was let out into London. An American teenager in 1975 London, what could go wrong?

Her eyes scanned the place and she read the peculiar names of all the stores around her.

Deciding that some things were better left unseen, she made her way straight to the escalator, setting herself on one of the stairs as it travelled down to the floor below.

At the bottom of the escalator, stood about 10 feet away, there was a young boy with shaggy brown hair and brown eyes, holding up a sign that said Sherry Opal. Now she's not stupid, obviously that's her name but this boy does not look like her mother's age. She glanced around for someone else with her name on a board or a piece of paper, but there was no one.

"Lyall?" Sherry asked unsurely as she approached the boy. He looked a bit shocked as she approached, his eyes widening slightly.

"Uh, no, I'm his son...er..." The boy was hastily glancing around, probably looking for his father.

"Forget your name?" Sherry asked him, rubbing her eyes, she hadn't got much sleep on the plane thanks to the literal devil child sat behind her.

"No, my names Remus. You?" He asked and the blonde have him a look, glancing down at the board he was holding. Remus also seemed to catch on as he nervously chuckled. "Sherry, of course. Like the song?"

"No, like the name." She smiled tightly and he nodded awkwardly, looking around. "So...this place sucks ass."

"A bit critical, aren't you?"

"I don't sugar coat shit, I'm not Willy Wonka." She scrunched her nose up, looking around the airport that was bustling with no-maj's. They were hurrying to catch their plane, Sherry always felt bad for them, not being to get there as fast as the magical beings could.

Remus smiled at her comment and practically melted in relief when he spotted an older man coming towards them. The man seemed to notice the presence of the blonde American and come rushing over immediately.

"Sherry." He greeted. "It's nice to meet you, I'm a friend of your mothers. Lyall Lupin."

Sherry looked down at his outstretched hand and hesitantly reached forward, shaking it with a half-smile. "Sherry Opal, but I suppose you knew that already." She said and dropped her hand back to her side.

"Yeah." Lyall laughed. "Okay, so let's head back to the house." He smiled and took Sherry's case, not expecting it to be as heavy as it was, it actually made him stumble whilst it weighed him down. "What is in there?"

"Not much." She shrugged and pulled it herself. "Now, I have a question."

"Shoot."

"If you're a wizard, why did I not travel by floo powder and instead had to endure a nine hour flight with the literal spawn of Satan sat behind me?" she asked and Remus chuckled slightly.

"My wife, Hope, is a muggle," Lyall said and Sherry furrowed her eyebrows at the strange word. "so we have a normal fireplace, meaning you can't travel there."

"Okay, first, what the hell is a nuggle and second, couldn't I have travelled somewhere else, like the Magical Congress of the United Kingdom? Don't they have fireplaces?" Sherry asked, stepping out of the doors of the airport, being greeted by cold wind, making her glad that she wore a hoodie.

"A muggle is someone with non magical powers." Remus told her. "Don't they have muggles in America?"

"Muggles." Sherry snorted. "That's stupid, we call them no-maj's, which makes far much more sense than muggles." She shook her head.

"What did you say about the Magical Congress by the way?" Remus asked again and she rolled her eyes.

"You two a very uneducated." She commented and Remus glanced at his father who was smiling as though reminiscing on something long ago. "The English version of the Magical Congress of the United States."

"Oh, no, it's called the Ministry of Magic, here." Lyall told her and she sighed quietly whilst fixing her hair.

"Oh, Sherry just stand back-" Remus tried to tell her but a car zoomed past before he could, going straight into a puddle, which drenched the American head to toe in water.

Her mouth was agape as she looked down at her drenched clothing. It wasn't anything special but she really didn't appreciate being wet. "Why is this water so cold?!" She practically screeched and flipped the car off as it drove away. "FUCK YOU!"

"Okay, let's get you back as quickly as possible, so you can get changed." Lyall smiled sympathetically and led her away from the pavement.

"Why is there a puddle next to the sidewalk?"

"Because it's England."

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They arrived at the Lupin cottage soon enough, it was quite homey and looked like something out of a Disney movie, maybe Snow White, like where the dwarfs live, but it was nice. Remus had showed Sherry to the spare room which she now called hers and left her to unpack, shower and get changed into different clothes.

So she did, she had a lovely warm shower and changed into a bright yellow tie-top, along with some blue denim flare jeans and white platform shoes. A yellow bandana that matched her tied top, was sat on top of her long blonde curls.

Without being self-centred or anything, Sherry loved the way she dressed and she loved her style, it was common for her to get compliments when walking down the streets of Boston, Massachusetts as her clothes were becoming a latest trend and she, herself, was quite beautiful.

But now as she looked herself in the mirror, her face sporting an angry expression, she couldn't wait until she finished her seventh year and could go back to America with Stephanie and her mother.

Not only was she popular among the Ilvermorny students, she was also popular with the no-maj's. With her mother being a No-Maj-Born, she was used to common no-maj trends or devices, meaning she wasn't all that different from her friends who weren't wizards or witches.

A smirk took over her angry expression whilst she stared at herself, as much as she wanted to go home, she may as well make the most out of this new magic school.

Look out Hogwash...Hogwarts.

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