I don't own HP
I was reading a fic where the house elves were fighting and this popped in to my head and I thought it was funny and decided to share it.
Dobby Durden
The come and go room was filled with the little blighters. It took the appearance of a basement of some random English pub. For centuries they fought to see which of them was the best, the most loyal. They lived in a hidden world inside a hidden world of a larger world. They were neglected by most, shown disdain by others and accepted by very few. It was the arrival of the first happily freed elf that changed it all. Sure, there were fights beforehand and territorial disputes, but it was unfocused and sparse making problems worse. It was thanks to the savior of the wizarding world that the savior of the Elf world was able to walk in to the com and go room and with one single sentence had everyone's attention, "The first rule of fight club is you don't talk about fight club." Harry shook his head and closed the door on his way out. "I knew I shouldn't have let Dobby watch Fight Club the other night."