This was absurd. Ridiculous. Embarrassing! Why, out of everyone else in this humongous castle, did this pest of a Slytherin have to pick her to cling to like a leech?! Lola Jones was everywhere--in the same house she was in, in the same classes she was in, on the same Quidditch team she was in! The list just went on and on, and Sierra sudden felt sort of claustrophobic, like she may need some fresh air.

Only, if she went for fresh air, Lola Jones would follow her out onto the grounds, as well. She always did, didn't she?

Sierra's eyebrows wrinkled inward in annoyance. Did Jones have to scream?! Was it necessary? The same headache Sierra had been suffering from for the past three days was pounding now, getting worse and worse with every word out of the leech's mouth. ...and then, then she was slapped! "Lola!" Sierra hissed again, her voice still in a half-whisper. Her hand involuntarily reached toward the girl's shirt. She was going to strangle her, threaten her! There were professors around, though.

...and she was not going to get a detention for Lola Jones. She glared at the girl again. She'd get her--later. She didn't know when, she didn't know how, but Lola Jones was going to get it!



...and then there was someone else yelling at Lola. A voice Sierra automatically recognized as belonging to Professor Lafay. Her head jerked toward the woman, and she smiled an evil, pleased smile as she took in the professor's words. That's right, Lola Jones. Shut up!

Oh, ...wait! Professor Lafay knew a spell to sedate someone?! Sierra really needed to learn that spell. She'd cast it on Lola as much as humanly possible, yes she would! Then and only then, would she ever get the girl away from her.



At the sound of another voice, Sierra turned toward the Headmaster. Oh, of course he'd be here. After all, there'd been an act of vandalism in the school, and although she wouldn't say so right away, Sierra was almost sure a few of the Gryffindors had been responsible. She kept her eyes on Tate, listening to see if she could pick up on anything.



She...lost all her ingredients? Of course she had. The storeroom looked almost beyond recognition the last Sierra looked. The evil, pleased smile Sierra had put on when the professor had been threatening Lola with sedation suddenly fell. On that note, she looked toward Hollingberry with a glare.



...there had been a dragon? Sierra turned from Kurumi and looked toward the younger Slytherin girl. Hmm. That was funny. Sierra hadn't remembered seeing a dragon. Unless, of course, it was a dragon in scarlet and gold robes...