"Hello there" I said in a cheerful tone. The elf looked startled out of its wit.
"Oh... ah, why hello" the said fearfully
"Who are you?" I said resisting the urge to ask "What are you?"
"Oh, I am Dobyy, a house elf, miss - I'm here in search of wishing flowers." Said the elf
I was curious and wondereed what were "wishing flowers", so I asked.
"Oh, they're found in this part of the world miss, and only this part indeed, Dobby has traveled a long way to look for such flower but is having a hard time recognizing which they would be."
Dobby held out two similar looking flowers in his hands, so I asked
"Why don't you wish on one to see if it comes true?" Dobby looked at me in amazement as if I had just said the most remarkable thing.
"Dobby can wish on one, miss?" He wailed with beaming smile
"Why not?" I answered. so Dobby wished on the sparkling flower and then blew
the cotton off of the ball and stem.
"What did you wish for Dobby?" I asked
"Oh, Dobby wished that you would have tea with Dobby and that you would tell Dobby your name." the elf said.
I figured that this wasn't what the elf had wished for, but that it was just his charming way of asking for a fresh cup of tea. So I gave in and offered Dobby some tea.
"My names is Danita" I said as I slurped my tea.
"Dobby must have got the flower right, miss, the tea was delicious" he explained in his jolly tone.
"So you really did wish to have tea with me?" I asked (continue reading)
Wishing flowers? I wondered... I could do with a few of these and this nice elf would be able to show me exactly where they were hidden.
"It's getting late Dobby, would you like me to make you a bed?" I asked Dobby
"Miss, you are very kind to Dobby. Dobby would greatly appreciate a soft place to sleep, oh yes indeed" he said with a beaming smile. And so I fluffed some pillows and draped a blanket over top for the elf, as he lay there snug and serene. This elf was surely grateful... I soon adopted him as my friend.
The morning arrived, the sunrise over the lake was emitting a deep hue of pink throughout the sky, the air felt damp as if it had just rained, and it had a hint of a grassy aroma. I felt at peace here, away from such misery of such a life in such a world influenced by so many pointless things. In the beauty of nature was where I truly belonged. It was magical and mystical. Its beauty contained a mystery, a mystery which would keep me intrigued for as long as I stayed. Heck, I've already met an elf and he's convinced me there are such things as wishing flowers.
As I walked back into the tent, I finally noticed Dobby was gone - where could he have gone? In his absence, I decided to make breakfast. A while later, as I sat down to my eggs and toast I noticed a startling racket outside.
"Dobby what are you doing!" I shouted. Struggling, Dobby began to explain himself.
"Dobby has - gone - to fetch - water for - tea - miss!" he bellowed. The bucket of water must have weighed as much as he did, so I hurried to his aid.
"Thank you miss, it was the least Dobby can do for you in return for your acts of kindness." He stumbled to explain.
"And that was very kind of you Dobby, but there's still plenty of water for tea, and to tell you the truth, there's tea already made with your breakfast at the table." His eyes beamed with glee, and his bottom lip began to quiver. We both made our way back into the tent. A little while after getting settled in at the dinner table, Dobby seemed to be enjoying his breakfast very much.
"Dobby," I said and he turned to look, "Were you going to show me where the wishing flowers are located?"
"If you'd like Dobby to, miss. They are however, just over the hill."
"Great!" I said happily. Then we both continued eating.
After breakfast, Dobby and I both prepared for our journey over the hill to the location of the wishing flowers. Dobby stuffed his forest green knitted packsack with some pieces of toast and a water bottle. I on the other hand, only grabbed my raincoat and tied up my trekkers for the hike. Eventually, we were prepared for out awaited journey.
We started off towards the great hill on the other side of the lake. A flock of something came swooshing towards Dobby and I.
"Those are fairies! Mountain fairies! The nicest kind of fairies Dobby knows of!" he shouted.
Fairies? I thought to myself. This was definitely the most bizarre adventure I have ever been on. Yet I was well aware of the magic of these mountains. The Richardson Mountains are an ancient, sacred, and magical area in the wizarding world. Although not visited often because of their remote location. I've known of their secrets since I was first brought here as a little girl.
Finally, Dobby and I reached the hilltop. As I was overlooking the valley below, I saw a patch of white flower. There it was! The mother load of wishing flowers! It was beautiful, but defnitely would not have compared the sight to my hair.
"Shall we walk down?" I asked Dobby.
"If you would like to, miss. Or we can disaparated to speed things up. Dobby does see a rain cloud over head which seems to be coming near!"
"Right" I said and thought, what does it mean to disaparate?
Dobby took my hand and in a crack of a moment with great discomfort we were down at the bottom of the hil near the wishing flowers. It was amazing how in a split second we were able to move from one place to another, just like that.
"Which ones do we pick Dobby?"
"We shall pick the ones with fairy dust. For Dobby is sure the wishing flower with fairy dust are the ones pollinated with magic. They should be ready for wishes, oh yes indeed!" Dobby said.
So I began picking the flower illuminated by brilliant multicolored glitter. The flowers were very difficult to find among the thousands in sight. The fairies seemed to only pollinated certain flowers. After a while, I stowed my wishing flower into the inside pocked of my jacket. Dobby packed his away in his knitted packsack. Good timing I thought as it began to rain.
"Shall we walk back to the tent Dobby? I do enjoy a rainy trek." I smiled and Dobby agreed. The rain drizzled down as the sun continued to shine behind the scattered clouds.
When we finally arrived back to the safety of my tent, I began making dinner.
"So what are you going to wish for first Dobby?" I asked
"Dobby is going to wish for safe travels back home for nothing is ever guaranteed safe" he explained.
"Where's home Dobby?"
"Oh, for Dobby is a free elf, anywhere is home. But the place Dobby is most familiar with is Hogwarts School, where Dobby has a secure job in the kitchens employed by the great headmaster Albus Dumbledore, miss" Dobby explained.
I asked no further questions because half of the time I had no idea what Dobby was referring to. That night, we ate super in silence only due to the fact that we were starving. I later explained to Dobby that I would be making my way back home the following day. He said he would be doing the same. The rest of the night was calm. I introduced Dobby to a board game called Snakes and Ladders. Dobby found the snakes terrifying, but eventually he beat me the third round. HIs enthusiasm and positive personality really had me wondering; what is Hogwarts School? Who is Albus Dumbledore? And why has Dobby traveled all this way for wishing flower? Then I finally found the courage to ask him over our midnight tea.
"Dobby, why is it that you are looking for wishing flower?" Then he began to explain. He said he needed a wish for his friend Harry Potter who was competing in the Triwizard Tournament that year. He wanted for Harry to win! Dobby also explained that his elf friend Winky was going through a tough time and he wished for her to get better. This elf was truly the most caring and considerate creature I have ever met. Well bedtime came and we were both asleep despite the heavy amounts of caffeine now in our systems. It seemed to spike the activity in my dreams. I was time traveling and it was a strange sensation to be time traveling in a dream.
I awoke suddenly to those green tennis-ball shaped eyes which stared curiously at me.
"Dobby! Why on earth are you staring at me while I'm sleeping?" I shouted
"I'm very sorry miss, but Dobby had nothing else to do you see, so Dobby wished on a wishing flower that you would wake up! So Dobby waited, and you did!"
"Dobby, you could have just tried waking me up" I explained "Instead of wasting a perfectly good wishing flower."
Later that morning, I dressed, packed my things, then with the help of Dobby we put away the tent. We then headed down towards the bank and packed my belongings into the kayak. Dobby said he would great enjoy setting off down the river with me. So we did. Dobby stood at the front of the kayak overlooking the glassy surface of the water with one hand above his eyes blocking out the rays of the sun. I told him we would be arriving in my hometown of Aklavik and it would be in both of our best interests to depart before entering in sight of town. I stopped paddling to prepare for our departure.
"Dobby, it was really nice meeting you. You are truly an amazing elf. I am quite grateful to be able to consider you a friend. Hopefully one day we cross paths again." I said and gave Dobby a smile. His great eyeballs began to gloss over and a tear trickled down his cheek as he smiled.
"Dobby feels the same way about you Danita, he is also very glad to have such a friend as noble as you. For he is certain we will meet again, yes indeed, certain I say." Dobby reached into his knitted packsack and pulled out the most beautiful flower I had ever seen.
"For you, miss" He smiled and in a split second and in a crack of a moment, Dobby was gone.