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TRANSFIGURATION.
The class of ultimate disguise. The class where she could have been anything she wanted, literally. Lola Jones heard music. Instinctively, her eyes went wide open and before entering, she dramatically went into her tip-toes.
Tip-toe, tip-toe, and she SOOOOOOOARED through the door in one of the most melodramatic and graceful ways as she could (in reality, she resembled a a duck failing to flap its wings) but her arms were in front of her and she ballerina'd her way in class to the song, believing she was not a human being any longer. This was why she adored Transfiguration.
Was she Lola Jones anymore?
No. She was the Black SWAN.
FIERCE. ELEGANT.
CUE LIGHTS & MUSIC.
In her own little world, the girl twirled and twirled and TWIIIIIIRLED, glancing at the professor and waving midway through her twirls--but no, she continued to twirl and twirl and twirl all the way through her seat, and when she couldn't twirl anymore, the fourth year Slytherin swayed her arms in a breathtaking and theatrical manner to the music, feeling the music inside of her soul--INSIDE OF HER MEDULLA TO HER KABBALAHS!
FIERCE. ELEGANT.
__________________ ______________________________________________lola jones currently in america
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