While passing near the corner of the room, you hear something shift behind a dusty piece of furniture. Upon further inspection, you find two frightened house-elves! You hold out your palms to show that you mean no harm as the two house elves cautiously look you over.
“Please, master Medela, don’t hurts us.” “S..S…See nothing! See no magic fight!”
The elves seem rattled by something, and after assuring them that you mean no harm, you ask them to explain.
“We are cleaning elves, we are, master Medela. Was cleaning, and heard a noise!” “Fizzle, crack, plop!” “Then, young master Shoehorn was on the floor!” “Dead!” “Not dead, the young master sleeps.” “Dead sleep!” “Powerful magic, it is.” “Innocent, we are.” “Yes, we are innocent. Elves can do no harm to masters.” “It’s the rules!” “Yes, it’s the rules.”
The elves nod enthusiastically and start to grin, seemingly pleased with having pleaded their case successfully. You thank them for their cooperation, and prepare to leave them be.
“Wait, master Medela!”
One of the elves is tugging on your sleeve.
“Master is kind to elves, so elves will share their secret.”
“When the magic happened, this slid here across the floor.” “We give it to master!” “Yes, we give it to master Medela!”
