•But as she was about to lay down on her bed, the familiar clinking noise, the stable door every time made, when it was opened haunted her down. Mrs.Flamel's ugly face [she make ups her face 6 times a day] glided out of the door peering at Jessica who's blue eyes were shaken down in despair. 'Why are you still awake ? Still doing those rubbish works instead of feeding my dear horses their late night meal." Jessica literally forgot that thinking over and over again about the princess. 'My wish.' said Jessica as this words slipped through her tongue uncontrollably . Mrs.Flamel's whole body slipped through the stable door and seeing her eyes, Jessica immediately reconsidered her stupid words as the matchsticks were already lighten. But before she could start again to wake the whole Scotland up, Jessica quickly laid down on the floor mat and facing the horses muttered to her utter distaste, ' Sorry madam, tomorrow school is closed. I will feed the horses, later.' Mrs.Flamel looked away. Perhaps she was checking the lights around which was reflected on the floor through the only window. 'Fine!' said Mrs.Flamel through her stadium sized lips and walked out of the stable causing that clinking sound of the door again but this time it was Jessica's a sound of refreshment as Mrs.Flamel let go of her so easily. She started thinking about the girl again and at the same time dreading the punishments lying for

the next time the sun rose ahead.

When the thoughts of the princess finally wore off , she had vivid dreams of a beautiful girl with lots of jewels being held against her will by the couple. Mr.Flamel was holding a knife on her neck. "I will not let my kingdom die even if you take my head. My ghost will revive it." Jessica woke up with a thud to realize the girl was just an image. The evil laughter of that unknown voice echoing in her ear which she later heard to be Mrs.Flamel's usual morning yelling. She had a will from that night on wards. Whoever that person was being on the way to the path of the deaths, she had to save her. She can't let an innocent die like that. She got up from her so called bed and got dressed. Washing her face for refreshment and casting her eyes on her skin for the last time. There were chances of returning that night with a severe bruise in payment of her act last night. She picked up the cloth and a bucket to mop the entire house. She was familiar with the every weekend routine. Moping the whole house and then doing there laundry. Cleaning the furniture and their ancient shelves which was always coated with dust. Every day was awfully same for her except for the new vocabularies of insults by Mr.Flamel, every day. He intended to use new words everyday. But the most common way he used to call her to make tea when his wife was usually busy with her makeup was , 'SLUT!'. Jessica knew that it was not just intended on her but indirectly on his wife. She decided to start off with the most distressing Job, Mopping the floor. Even with the loads of work, she couldn't help pausing every now and then to think about the future of the so called princess they were muttering about, last night. It caused a burning sensation down her veins. It happened once in a while which she tended to ignore. But while she was thinking about it, the water bucket which she was holding to mop the floor, started boiling . Bubbles emerging from the water like being held on a stove. " What the flowery gracious have you got on the staircase? Start before my new spatula is tasted on your neck!" It was Mr.Flamel's newer version of the expression 'Bloody Hell!' He had come down to pick up his newspaper which she suspected to be the origin of the sources of his weird expressions. In fact, the paper wasn't white or normal at all. It looked ancient.

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