Ariana didn't have the foggiest what a therapist was. Nor did she understand why Ms. Rita wanted her to talk with a complete stranger. That was exactly what Ariana had been told not to do for as long as she could remember. It was worrisome, even after having been in Lockewood so long. She was far more comfortable speaking with people, that was certain. But still... This Ms. Lestrange was for all intents and purposes a stranger. That said, the very last thing Ariana wanted to do was anger Ms. Rita. Who knew what the woman might do if Ariana skipped out on the appointment that was apparently mandatory.
Determined to make a good impression, her mother would undoubtedly be glad for that, Ariana had donned one of her better dresses. It was a lovely shade of purple. Lovely in her opinion at the very least. She'd brushed the hair out and tried to pin it up to the best of her ability, which was always lacking.
Ariana rubbed the top of her shoe against the back of her tight-clad leg trying to buff a smudge from the black leather as she stepped up room where Ms. Lestrange was supposedly waiting for her. Hopefully this wouldn't last long and hopefully Ms. Lestrange wouldn't be too scary. She lifted her hand and rapped her knuckles against the door.