Ari stood up from the तालिका, टेबल and wiped off her कमीज, शर्ट and jeans. After stuffing one और marshmellow into her mouth she decided to visit her little sister Lovely Meli. As she appraoched the room she noticed the Bellatrix poster on the front that showed Bella casting a killing spell. Ari found this very disturbing. She didnt bother to knock and walked right into the room. The walls were dark purple and she immediatly noticed her sisters having a battle. They casted spells at one another. Zanny hid behind a sofa and Meli was hiding behind a sideways table. Ari quickly made her way out of the room and grabbed her cloak. She threw the पन्ना hooded cloak. over her clothes and ran out to the stables. She always hated spells meant to kill. What good did they bring? Forgetting about the stables she ran out into the forest and sat on a rock द्वारा a small stream. The stream was so steady and yet rapidly flowing in and out of her sight. The slight sound of the frogs croaking seemed to calm her. Ari, feeling deafeated, kept her eyes on the stream and began to sing "My Immoral" द्वारा Evanescence. She had thought that the गाना would help. She was utterly wrong. She burst to tears and pulled her हुड, डाकू over her head and pulled part of the बरसती, लबादा over her arm. Her बरसती, लबादा was not one of them with the sleeves for her arms. It was just a long हुड, डाकू really. Ari felt somethign inside of her at that moment. Feeling scrared, she went to pull out of her pocket but someone touched her shoulder. Then she heard a voice, as soft as velvet and as gentle as a Doe.
"Dont be frightened, little Ari. I am with you, watching over आप . . . " The voice faded away. Ari thought about the voice. It sounded so familiar. . . She sighed. "If only Michael was here" she thought. Then she gasped. The voice she had heard was Michael Jackson's. Not her horse. The real thing. She was going crazy, she knew it. She turned around and began to walk back at a fast pace when she found her horse once again grazing in the meadow with the other horses. She hopped on her horse and rode around the estate, लॉस्ट in thought.
To be continued . . .
