"HELP! HELP!"
Harry sits up at once and looks around for whoever is in distress. The fields that stretch for acres before him are as empty as when he arrived. The call for help comes again and Harry looks toward the woods who are as silent as woods can be.
"Down here, please, down here!", the high voice demands. "By your feet, look here!" Harry is tremendously confused by this and wonders for a moment if he could be dreaming.
Who and in what world could be speaking to him that can hide behind his feet?
A nervous boy intimidated by pretty outspoken girls meets just that. A hard headed girl, who enjoys nothing more than drawing alone in the woods, and isn't afraid to speak her mind.
Who knew meeting each other in the woods, in the middle of the night would lead to something like this?