10,000 Words 79: Patronus

This one’s for Auntie Kate. xo

The li’l silver pug leapt joyfully to her mistress’ side. She didn’t exactly exist on this plane of reality but when your mistress calls, you don’t let reality stop you.
She had the impression, sometimes, that her mistress was feeling daunted, even afraid. When her voice quavered, or her brow wrinkled, she’d whimper; ears twitching, her own brow creasing up like damp laundry. She only called her when there were adventures afoot, and why be afraid of them?
The sight of a puzzled pug always made her mistress smile, and then they’d step out together, ready to face the world.