"I hope my brothers doing okay.."
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"I hope my brothers doing okay.."
For: Cherry.
oh i just remembered i once drew this
Me when people talk about beating up ad*m:
I don't usually condone violence but that pedo, stalker type, weirdo clown needs therapy and a good beating that isn't from his family
Anon Cherry’s Distinct Disability Flag!
Dysautonomia, Dyspraxia
Being A Girl
Summary: Prom is coming up, which means that the entirety of the feminine seventh year population at Hogwarts has gone mad about dresses. Sophie, not being a particularly shopping-loving girl, has gone with her best friend to Hogsmeade in the hopes of finding something suitable.
Arm in arm, Sophie and Cherry made their way along the high street of Hogsmeade. It was taking all of Sophie's strength to not just go into Honeydukes and buy all of the sweets instead of shopping for a dress. It wasn't that Sophie hated dresses, or make-up, or anything like that. She just wasn't good at shopping for them. It wasn't as bad going shopping with Cherry, because she understood that. James, however, was another matter. He always insisted that she try on everything in every single shop, and it drove her mad. She'd often end up sitting on the floor of the dressing room, refusing to move because she'd had enough.
She loved her brother, really, but sometimes he could be far too much.
But now she had a smile on her face as she looked over at Cherry. "Any ideas on what we're looking for?" she asked. She had no clue herself. She was going to see what she felt good in. If she felt good then she'd look good, right? That was the theory that she went with, and she was sure that her brother would be shuddering at the thought of his sister not finding the perfect outfit for her seventh year prom.
Honestly, what did it matter what she wore when she was going with Peter anyway? She didn't have anyone to try and impress. When they'd announced the date of the prom, and the fact that they'd be setting up a large tent by the Great Lake for it, she'd thought for a split second of what it'd be like to go with Mike. But she'd made a promise to Peter that she'd go with him. Yes, it had been in their fourth year, but a promise was a promise, and Sophie never broke promises... no matter how much she might want to.
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Waves
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Summary: It’s another seventh year potion class. Given how good friends they are, Chris and Cherry have partnered up for this lesson. That might not turn out to be such a good thing when the potion they are looking at is amortentia...
The rucksack on his back was heavy, thanks to the numerous books Chris had been carrying around for the entire day. That didn’t mean he wasn’t happy though. He’d found himself walking through the corridors of Hogwarts with a smile on his face, eager to get to his last, and arguably favourite, class of the day. He loved potions. It was a subject that truly fascinated him, even if he wasn’t quite as good at it as a certain redhead in the class was.
He spent a lot of time with Cherry anyway, but getting to spend it in potions was different. He got to see her really shine, and it made him smile. It was also a little distracting, but in the best way possible.
As usual he was one of the first to arrive at the class. He walked in, smiling at the professor as they waved their wand at the chalkboard. “Mr. Fleming! Good to see you.” Chris smiled at her. “Good afternoon, Professor,” he replied, heading to his usual seat.
By the time he’d gotten his books and things from his bag, others were walking into the classroom. He looked up at the doorway, finding himself pausing and smiling as Cherry walked in. He was aware that his cheeks felt warm, but they often seemed to around her. Although there was absolutely no need to, he moved his chair over a little to make more space for her.
And in typical Chris style, he opened the conversation with a really cool line. “Hello Cherry.”