Pairs of black, glossy eyes followed the witch wherever she goes; when she fetched a book, mixed a brew, or even brush her silvery hair. They would watch her devotedly day and night, silently sitting and never moving.
Vivi's constant companions were always there for her when no one else was. They didn't care that she was cynical and, at times, rude.
No, they just lovingly watch her as she glide her fingers through their silky fur. In them, she would find a friend and companion, understanding and love—comfort and warmth.
No one was a better companion than a teddy-bear.