Author's Note: Written for Vegablack62.

"No, thank you, Mr. Longbottom." Hannah paused, recognizing that voice immediately. Peering past the doorway, she saw that she was correct, and a rather-imperious looking house-elf stood in front of her husband. "Bitsy is to be talking to Mrs. Longbottom and no one else."

Hannah had to smile at the bemused expression on Neville's face. She remembered her first encounter with the Malfoy's new house-elf. "Hello, Bitsy." Both her husband and the house-elf looked over at her. "How can I help you today?"

Bitsy gave a quick curtsy, tugging on the sides of her plain gray tunic as she bowed. Hannah never quite knew how to handle this formal greeting from her, usually only nodding in response. Straightening, she said, "Bitsy is to be running to the bank for Master next. Bitsy is hoping she can leave this list with you and return later?"

"Of course." The list was short, comprised of only three things: butterbeer, lamb stew, and apple cinnamon muffins. The first wasn't a surprise as she had heard that Scorpius was staying with grandparents over the holiday. The inclusion of the other two items, however, confirmed her suspicion that Bitsy was trying to figure out the recipes for the strew and muffins they made at the Leaky.

"Thank you, Missus." With another curtsy, Bitsy left the tavern.

At Neville's curious look, Hannah shrugged. "Just the usual."

"I don't think she likes me."

Remembering when Bitsy decided to share her opinion on Goblins and Hermione Weasley, Hannah replied, "I don't think she likes anyone."

Neville smiled at that. "That reminds me, did you ever get back to the House-Elf Relocation Program about what you wanted to do?"

"No, I haven't." The Leaky's house-cleaner had recently resigned and Hannah had been looking for someone to fill the position. HERP had contacted her about considering a house-elf for the job.

Coming up behind her, Neville wrapped his arms around her waist. "It won't be hard for them to find another place for the elf, you know. At the very least, there's always Hogwarts."

"I know." She still felt guilty. "It's not-- I want someone who will call me Hannah. Who won't curtsy every time I enter the room or hurt themselves trying to fulfill every expectation. Does that make sense?"

She couldn't shake the feeling she was being horribly unfair.

"It does," he said, kissing her temple. "But does this mean we're not getting a house-elf to help out at home?"

Hannah turned to find him smiling at her. "I dare you to say that in front of your Gran."

Augusta held very firm opinions about wizards who were "too idle and indulgent" to do the simplest of household tasks themselves. While she would express it differently, Hannah agreed wholeheartedly with the older witch.

Neville let out a short, surprised laugh. "You're trouble."

Giggling, she leaned in to kiss him. "You know it."