You investigate a darkened corner of the room, curious as to what might be lurking in the shadows. Hiding behind a dusty piece of furniture you find two frightened house-elves! You look them over curiously. Your old academy had phased out house-elf staff ages ago, and this is your first time seeing them in person.
“Please, master Viator, don’t reports us.” “S..S…See nothing! See no magic fight!”
The elves seem rattled by something, and you push for an explanation.
“We are cleaning elves, we are, master Viator. 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 cross your arms and give them a knowing stare. The two house-elves straighten back up.
“Please, master Viator, we are innocent! We will share a secret.”
“When the magic happened, this slid here across the floor. I picked it up, of course, to… to…” “To give it to master!” “Yes, to give it to master Viator!”
