[He was lost. The room was strange--so much brighter than his cell, so much warmer and softer, it was actually kind of overwhelming. He couldn't help exploring the place, pulling open drawers to see what was inside, piling up the cushions for the softest seat he'd ever sat on...stacking books beneath the window to see if he could catch a glimpse of the world outside. (Sadly a tall enough pile turned out to be too tall for him to climb.)
You couldn't really blame him for hiding when that door opened, for not wanting to leave such a nice room, taking comfort in the safety of the comfy cushions and hoping so very hard the stranger didn't notice he'd accidentally broken a teaset when trying to make it fly with his magic. And so he froze when that voice called him out, unwilling to leave his not-so-safe-after-all cushiony hideout.
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You couldn't really blame him for hiding when that door opened, for not wanting to leave such a nice room, taking comfort in the safety of the comfy cushions and hoping so very hard the stranger didn't notice he'd accidentally broken a teaset when trying to make it fly with his magic. And so he froze when that voice called him out, unwilling to leave his not-so-safe-after-all cushiony hideout.
At least, not just yet.]