little frog sits a l o n e in the dark of his ( hexed ) bedroom, SURROUNDED by enchanted foliage that whispers to him in the breeze.
( but it does not succeed in it’s purpose on this night. though there is soil beneath him, the knowledge that it could melt away from him in a second’s time brings a dull ache to his chest. )
the sound of a house elf’s calling does not stir him as it usually does.. he is a COLLARED wolf, bound forever, now, to the world of man.
it brings his knees close to his chest.
" Master Mowgli, " calling for the other as he walked into the hexed bedroom, a little awe struck. This was the world Master Mowgli use to live in before he came to live with Master Picquery. Eventually the house elf had spotted the young wizard sitting in the middle of the room, withdrawn from the outside world. Stepping over what was believed to be a root, to sell the idea of Mowgli being in the jungle, Dobby had a hop in his step. What felt like dirt had squished beneath his feet as he approached him, to only hear his words. Not harsh, more so upset with his current predicament and the house elf couldn’t help but frown.
Upon meeting Mowgli, the two had become good friends. “ Friends don’t leave friends alone, especially when there upset, “ Dobby answered, however, he did not wish to overstep his boundaries. “ Dobby will leave if Master Mowgli wishes for him to truly leave him alone, “ his hands at his side.
