"Do you mind if I look around?" He asks Kreacher.

It feels weird looking around someone's else residence, even if it's a temporary one.

Kreacher lifts his head a little to blink his large eyes at him.

"Mister Teddy may- look around, so long as he is not- touching anything," he says, haltingly. "Kreacher will-" he looks down at Regulus, takes a shuddering breath, "Kreacher will find help," he says, determined.

And then he vanishes with another sharp crack!

Disconcerting as hell. He will take an exploratory look through the hallway, Teddy doesn't want to be caught trapped in a place he can't fully shape-shift unless there is an escape route.

One of the doors leads into a combined living room and kitchen, furnished nicely if plainly, a few more bookshelves covering the walls not occupied by windows or counter space.

The other door - the one at the end of the hall - is, it transpires, an escape route. It leads out onto the covered porch of a surprisingly normal house, one of many on a surprisingly normal street, the sort he'd be able to find in any normal town he'd ever been to. The sky is still dark overhead, clear of clouds but starless from the light pollution. The street is silent, all other residents tucked inside for the night.

Oh, good. His serpent eyes should be able to see some in this darkness, not that he has any idea where to run if necessary.

He goes back to the bookshelves in the living room area and takes a look, more weird titles?

Perhaps slightly less weird? Or more familiarly weird? Some of it looks like fiction, both of the compendium of tales sort and of the novel sort. Tales from the Western Sky catches the eye from his vantage point, a large tome with the title etched in gold. One shelf up and to the right, a series of bright red books proclaim themselves the Lighthouse Hill series, volumes one to six.

Teddy almost takes one of the novels to read, but remembers that he was told not to. By a weird creature that might take, bind him into servitude for disobeying or some other nonsense. Instead, Teddy returns to the bedroom.

The weird creature is still missing, but his Master Regulus is still where he was left.

The noise of Teddy moving around in his bedroom prompts him to twitch and mumble something that sounds like 'serious?'

"It's okay." He has no idea if it is. "Just rest. Kreacher went to search for help."

He shakes his head into the pillows, but doesn't respond.

Teddy sits down and... Is not sure what to do. He waits and keeps an eye on Regulus' state.