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Plants?
To be honest, Lola didn't know much about plants. Of course, earlier this term, she successfully befriended the Whomping Willow by performing the difficult friendship ritual but other than that, her relationship with plants were er... how do you say it... still can't find a word so let's move on to the next sentence. She was very wary of the magical plants, cautious but bold (she did play the roles of several plants that required her to SING AND SWAY IN THE BACKGROUND in those lost loooost times of hers).
Lola Jones planned to befriend plants today.
And what else to do than be a plant herself?!
PERFECTION; the girl had decorated her robes, adding stickers and pins of flowers and plants--there was one that mentioned "LOLA&WHOMPINGWILLOW4EVER" and an array of other pins, but she stood out. She stood out all right. Was this part of the school dress code? Oh the Herbology professor wouldn't mind would she? She was merely spreading the POWER of friendship throughout her greenhouse! THE MAGICAL EXPERIENCE! The girl even transfigured her hat into a very decorative flower that coiled around her head and so, with these decorations, she felt... so... environmental.
Good props she had--would she get extra House Points for the effort??? *coughwinkitywinkcough*
She was almost inside the room and then she felt a surge--a rush--Lola, the flower, felt as if she fit in among the rest of the plants! "Good day, professor! The atmosphere you keep here! It feels as if I'm in that "Midsummer Night's Dream" and I--I AM AN AMAZONIAN QUEEN..." She paused, wondering if she kept fairies in here too! "How are you? How are your plants? Are they ready to become my acquaintances?--I practiced photosynthesizing over the summer professor, don't you worry--If you EVER EVER EVER need a professional human photosynthesizer..." she bowed like the little tiny flower she was.
Walking in the greenhouse, she waved to her peers, eyeing them all, took an extra look at Ellie Stone as she reminisced the events at that last Quidditch game (EVENTS TOO HARSH FOR ME TO RETYPE), and then happily skipped off to take a seat. She was a flower today. She even brought her flowery and overdramatic feathery quill. See? How prepared she was.
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