"The lake," Sierra said, smirking in laughter. "Just more proof that you, the imposter standing before me, are indeed Lola Jones. As I seem remember, you are a mermaid in training, yes?" Mermaids. She eyed Lola, waiting for her to officially crack. Waiting for that loophole she needed to expose the imposter once and for all. Sierra made a face. "Pink ribbons and sunshine? Indeed not." She rolled her eyes and then stepped forward even more. She and herself were now eye to eye. It was an odd feeling, really.

She was starting to get angry. She was being made a fool of, and she didn't like it one bit. "I said speak up!" she demanded again. "Reveal yourself now, or you and I are not the best friends we became that day in Diagon Alley!" Sierra drew in an angry-sounding sigh. "If I am a liar then you are the cause of these vicious lies. YOU, with the strings you attempted to kill me with, and YOU, who claimed a professor was among us!" She paused and leaned in to Lola's ear, whispering, "...and YOU, who broke into my dorm and stole my pillow..."

...give in, Lola Jones. You know you want to.