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Posted: Jul 12 2017, 12:22 PM
Logan is Offline
15 years old
6th Year Student
A little after supper
Something was gnawing at the back of her head. Well, not actually gnawing, that would probably hurt quite badly. It was more of a metaphorical chewing (that sounded less poetical) than the literal sense.
It was the House Elves.
Well, maybe not exactly. They were not humans, so their actions might always seem odd to those that were. Still, they were not acting in the way that Lucy had come to expect. The food has always been perfect at meals, yet lately it wasn't the case. It was most obvious during the feast on March the First, but it had only degraded since then.
Did it have to do with Helstrom no longer being in charge? Perhaps Babineaux had treated the Elves badly as a student, and this was their way of protesting. That brought a small smile to the face, the idea of the airy French Divinationist as a third-year student demanding cookies from a beleaguered group of house elves was amusing in the absurdity of it.
Impossible, that, but still a distraction. The Prefect leaned against the wall in the corridor, almost missing the sounds of footsteps heading towards her, then stopping. Lucy blinked, and looked across from her - nothing - and then looked down.
Oh, a first year.
"Can I help you?"
Posted: Jul 12 2017, 07:14 PM
Natalie is Offline
12 years old
2nd Year Student
What had happened with the House Elves that day kept gnawing in the back of his mind, eating away at him until he could no longer ignore his instincts. Will had fled from the common room, needing to get away until he could find a prefect. It was only halfway through his journey away from the common room that he realised he could have simply look for Griffin Kelley, one of the Hufflepuff prefects to tell him what had been going on.
In fact, ever since that day, it seemed that the quality of food being delivered to their table had been deteriorating and for a brief moment, he had wondered why until the incident in the kitchens during Valentine's Day had hit him at full force. He lifted his head, debating whether he should turn back and just find a prefect from his house instead when his eyes landed on familiar ginger. If he wasn't wrong, she was a prefect as well, just from a different house. The little boy immediately darted in her directions, determined to get the information out as soon as possible.
"The House Elves— they're working for Morrigan," he told her, recalling that one of the Elves had let it slip, which had earned a whacking from their boss. "During Valentine's Day, one of them said something about her... I just wanted hot chocolate and they didn't want to give it to me." Will found himself sulking at the mere thought of not getting what he wanted until one of the Elves had been kind enough to hand it over to him before Miles and him left the premises.
TAGGED // @Logan
NOTES // Hope this is okay.
Posted: Jul 15 2017, 02:36 PM
NPC is Offline
- years old
"Dippy wanted to!"
From around the corner, a tiny, squeaky voice interjects, followed closely by the appearance of a wide pair of eyes. Dippy the House Elf peers out from her hiding place, regarding the two students with a nervous expression, ears flopping as she fidgets about.
"Dippy does not like the way things are now. Dippy just wants to do her job the way she is always doing it, but Dippy is not allowed. Oh we are not supposed to talk about it, oh Dippy is misbehaving..." The Elf trails off into whispers, tugging her ears down across her eyes and murmuring anxiously to herself for a moment, but she recovers quickly. Releasing her ears, she takes a step out into the hall, approaching the two students.
"Dippy has to tell someone...but not the professors. Mistress Morrigan said no talking to the professors, she said so specifically. But she didn't say anything about the students, only Rolley did, and he isn't here, oh Dippy has to tell!"
Posted: Aug 27 2017, 09:11 PM
Logan is Offline
15 years old
6th Year Student
Lucy furrowed her brow. The small - Hufflepuff, yes - seemed to trust her enough to lead off with that. It was odd, because she should not have done much to garner such trust. Then again, when she was that tiny, she had a healthy respect for anyone that wore a P on their robes.
Of course, that was because of who her father was.
Still, she had hoped to have proven herself - at least not an open - supporter of Morrigan. Not that she was a closed supporter, obviously, yet she tried to play a neutral role in it all. Though, she did not guess that the House Elves would have been because of that woman.
What she would give to be able to sit that bony witch in front of her and ask some questions. Preferably with a few wands pointed at her.
"That's . . interesting. Would you like to go tell the Headmistress that, or - "
A House Elf, just the target they were looking for, burst into the hall. They were always a little off-putting to her. Not because they were a magical creature, but that whole issue of them essentially being enslaved was always very troubling. Still, this one was very talkative, and very conflicted.
Over Mistress Morrigan.
It backed up the young first year's story. Not that he would make it up, of course, but she thought a lot of very silly things when she was a first year as well. She gave the brightest smile she could, ducking down so she was closer to level with . . Dippy? That sounded right.
"We're not professors, right?" She said calmly, glancing over at the first year with an encouraging nod. She hoped he would figure out to play along. Not that they needed help not pretending to be professors.
"You can tell us whatever you want."
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