He has a "thing"
"I love you Norri!" Dobby declared squeakily, wiping a tear away from his
streaming eyes.
"Meow" Mrs Norris replied slightly miffed; this was the last time she let a
nasty looking house-elf cry all over her nicely groomed coat. Filch had
spent ages pampering it this morning.
"What's new pussy-cat? WOahhh!" Mrs. Norris turned up her nose, and as she
walked down the corridor her tail swayed pertly behind her.
Dobby had a "thing" about cats. This wasn't the first time he had burst
into his rendition of Tom Jones' 'pussy-cat', the song he used to entice
feline goddesses. Just then a squeaky cry could be heard from behind him.
Dobby looked around shamefully at his steady girlfriend Winky.
"Honestly, I can't leave you for a minute!" Winky had her hands on her hips
"Fool of a Took" she mumbled.
"Wait Winks I can explain! I, I..." But already, a stream of sobs protruded
from his heavy eyes. "Do you really want to - hurt - me, do you really want
to -make-me-cryyyyy...?"
"Just get back into the kitchen..." Winky said hopelessly.
Dobby also had a "thing" about songs. He used them all the time, to sum
up all his feelings. The only problem was he couldn't sing. His voice
sounded like thousands of drowning sheep, sinking into a bog of despair.
For instance his attempt at Boy George wouldn't sound out of place at a
funeral.
"Don't tell me you've never had feelings for someone else!" Screamed Dobby
melodramatically, "I know all about a Mr. Gollum, otherwise known as....
SMEAGOL!" Winky blushed the colour of her Victoria Secret Loincloth.
"I love you Norri!" Dobby declared squeakily, wiping a tear away from his
streaming eyes.
"Meow" Mrs Norris replied slightly miffed; this was the last time she let a
nasty looking house-elf cry all over her nicely groomed coat. Filch had
spent ages pampering it this morning.
"What's new pussy-cat? WOahhh!" Mrs. Norris turned up her nose, and as she
walked down the corridor her tail swayed pertly behind her.
Dobby had a "thing" about cats. This wasn't the first time he had burst
into his rendition of Tom Jones' 'pussy-cat', the song he used to entice
feline goddesses. Just then a squeaky cry could be heard from behind him.
Dobby looked around shamefully at his steady girlfriend Winky.
"Honestly, I can't leave you for a minute!" Winky had her hands on her hips
"Fool of a Took" she mumbled.
"Wait Winks I can explain! I, I..." But already, a stream of sobs protruded
from his heavy eyes. "Do you really want to - hurt - me, do you really want
to -make-me-cryyyyy...?"
"Just get back into the kitchen..." Winky said hopelessly.
Dobby also had a "thing" about songs. He used them all the time, to sum
up all his feelings. The only problem was he couldn't sing. His voice
sounded like thousands of drowning sheep, sinking into a bog of despair.
For instance his attempt at Boy George wouldn't sound out of place at a
funeral.
"Don't tell me you've never had feelings for someone else!" Screamed Dobby
melodramatically, "I know all about a Mr. Gollum, otherwise known as....
SMEAGOL!" Winky blushed the colour of her Victoria Secret Loincloth.