"Mary, Mary, quite contrary-"
"Will you SHUT UP?!"
"Why? Mary, Mar-" Johanna interrupted Lola by slapping her across the face. Lola grasped her cheek in pain. "Fine." She made her eyes turn purple, different from the usual blue.
"L-Lo-Lola! You know-w I d-don't like it when y-you do that!" Johanna whimpered, leaning away from Lola.
"Oh, why, Johanna?" Lola said wickedly. "Who says that I can't sing? So you shut up and LISTEN!" Johanna nodded frantically. "Good."
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row.
Johanna ran out of the room, covering her ears, and Lola smirked after her. This was going to be a fun night, Lola thought. She turned her eyes back to blue.
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"Oh, Johanna!" Lola sang-screamed, dragging out her name. "Come out, come out!" She floated a few feet off the floor. She heard a whimper come from the pantry.
"Oh, how lovely!" She yelled as she swung open the door to see Johanna there. Lola locked the door behind her as she stepped through. Her eyes turned a vivid red.
"Lola, Lola, please...Please, Lo-lo!" Johanna scrambled to her feet, trying to fool Lola by using her old nickname for her.
"Oh, Jo-jo, you think you can foooool me?" Lola smiled sweetly, stretching out the word 'fool'.
Lola took a fireball and threw it at Johanna. Then another, then another, and then one more. Johanna shrieked in horror, pain, and sorrow. The fire all hit Johanna directly, causing fire to explode from her in a pillar of flames. It reached the highest heat, and Johanna was just screaming and shrieking.
"Johanna Ennaer~~~!" Lola sang in pleasure of her pain. "Johanna Ennaer, quite contrary, how does your death come near? With fireballs and shrieks of horror, and pain awaiting in a row!"
"Please!" Johanna howled, the fire eating away at her skin. "Please, stop!" Lola's eyes twinkled, but extinguished her with freezing water, which was so cold it was almost still like an ice slushy. Johanna's expression was still twisted in agony.
