Lola's shoes made no hint of a sound against the soft path, unusual, since her footware usually clicked, clopped, or clapped against even the softest surface. Lola was completely unnerved by the silence, periodically shooting confused glances toward Kaytee and bating her breath.

However, it was riveting! Lola felt like she was a spy! Like...oh what were they called in that Muggle movie museum...Bond girls! Her first and strongest craving for a catsuit rose up against the teenage hormones that were subdued without the boys...oh, the sweet, sweet boys.

The air around the melancholy castle smelled like integration. Unable to contain herself, Lola twirled, coming dangerously close to the gates before raptly sprinting over and reserving a seat by Kaytee, on a very somber, very stylish looking rock.

She was so ready for a photo op.