He was there again today, she noticed, casually perched right outside her window. Just like the night when Hoggle and her friends celebrated her return to Aboveground, but when she looked again he was gone.
Predictable... That's what he was becoming, of all the descriptions for him that was there was, that last one she'd think he was, but lately he was predictable. Every day and night he'd follow her from home and back from wherever she went as that blasted owl. Always watching, always waiting for her. If you were to glance out her bedroom window right now, you would see the snowy white barn owl looking in, as if it was waiting for something to happen inside the room.
When these occurrences first began, she was angry with him for A) Being there in the first place and B) for not just leaving her alone, she had won... right? It came to the point if she saw him and had something to throw you could guarantee that it was flying at him. And if she missed, which she always missed, she would yell at him asking "why can't you just leave me alone!!!" And the goblins that were always with him had a blast watching this skeptical, even if it was the same thing every-time. And since she could see them, made her feel even worse.
After about a month, she realized that he and his goblins weren't going anywhere. With a frustrated sigh she gave up with trying to chase him away or to get an answer from him, knowing that a straight answer from him was next to impossible, and figured that there was only one way to get him to leave. Just thinking about it made her brain hurt.
She stilled called on Hoggle for sometimes no reason at all, he was much like the older brother or uncle that she didn't have and was as good as companion as ever giving constructive critism and simple logic to her. Sometimes Sir Didimus and Ludo would be with him and they would catch her up on the latest news of the Underground, where the last child was from, whatever he was doing or any of the other questions she had...
You would think after a year he would get tired of it...but no, not him. He's lived for who knows how long. It would be a long, long while before he grew tired of her. The only time he dared leave her was when a child was regrettably wished away or another matter of importance required his attention Underground. He enjoyed watching her, and especially if she noticed him which happened to be all the time. He didn't mind waiting for her to get out of what humans call school or from hanging out with friends, as long as they weren't male, he didn't mind.
He knew she would wait till she was alone, then throw whatever she had on hand, it came a habit for her to carry a few pebbles in her pocket, and chunk them at him. She came close a few times but always missed. Then she would yell in frustration asking questions that never seemed to be the right one. And he would watch and wait her again and forever cause that is all he has, is forever.
"Jareth? ...If I threw a stick... would you leave."