Cherry planted her chin firmly on Ben's shoulder. “It is dumb. Even if her hair is really rainbow-y.”
"And why would they think your crazy or dumb, my darling? You're anything but, trust me. I'm an expert on Sweeting women."
Automatically Cherry's lips squeezed shut and her back froze stiff under Ben's palm. There was no definite reason not to tell Ben about the—the problem. She'd come here for that very purpose. Except...except it was one thing to make up your mind to be brave and sneaky and glare a way into the Ministry; it was something else to actually succeed and face the possibility of being disbelieved again. It'd be extra awful, Cherry thought, coming from Ben.
So instead she said, “It's an in-between.”
In-between's were a Cherry staple. The spot separating a sugar craving and chocolate meltdown was an in-between. The moment midway the killer clown and the don't open that door, idiot was an in-between. The two steps between the spotlight and running away from the stage was an in-between. Ice cream that was leaking out of the cone but not yet down your thumb was an in-between. Having a solid nightmare but not a definite name for what it promised? Yeah, that was an in-between like whoa.
Glumly she drummed her palms against Ben's shoulder blades. “Down now.”