A tiny story about a big character. Written for Harry Potter and the Writers' Spell
|I wished that it were my cat that landed heavily at the edge of my bed.
But I knew better. I knew what was really lurking by my feet.
I tried to keep my breathing steady as I pushed my face into the pillow.
If I ignore it, it will go away. I just need to distract myself.
But I couldn’t, I had to look.
Slowly, and with the eagerness of the damned, I sat up in bed.
And there it was, sitting with its huge eyes unblinking, just watching me.
Its eyes grew even larger as it realized that I was awake, “Good morning, Miss.”
My heart reacted violently, “Go away,” I said with no authority.
It frowned, “Is Miss angry? Did Dobby do a bad thing?”
I knew what it would do next. It did it last time. It threw itself brutally across the room, yelling the words ‘bad Dobby.’
It was a horrifying display.
“No, you didn’t,” I said and watched it relax.
“May I?” it said, gesturing for the suitcase I keep by the bed.
I nodded and it lunged at it.
I froze as it looted my hard work.
“Dobby loves Miss’s socks,” it declared, holding two of my new designs in its tiny hands. “I brought Miss Pudding Cake.”
I almost passed out as it floated the cake over my stomach.
It then gave me a small nod and disappeared.
I know you told me that this is a stress-induced hallucination, but I can still see the fancy cake. And the socks I was going to use for my pitch meeting, much like last time, are gone.
I need an appointment with you, and possibly some medications.
Socks Galore Inc.