For the non-human round of the finals at the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition! Challenge: write about Winky the house elf.
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In the middle of November, with chilling weather that swept in at the merest opening of a door, Winky took to the washing. Though it did not please her to do so, the house elf began folding the large amount of bed sheets, robes, and many other articles of clothing that waited, sorted in massive piles. They moved along and dropped purposefully out of the air by what appeared to be their own volition. Winky knew different.
If her memory served her well, as long as the clothes were folded and sorted into baskets at a fairly consistent rate, she would be done by dinner time. The thought provided no relief, as one would expect. Yet Winky continued to fold and serve her many masters well.
Not a fraction through the work, a familiar high-pitched voice met her floppy ears. "Winky! Winky! Oh, Winky look here look!" It was Dobby. Whom she supposed to know well enough to call a "friend". Their many experiences together through her butterbeer relapses proved that.
In spite of the rebuking she would receive from the other elves, Winky halted the folding. "What is it Dobby has for Winky?"
"Miss Granger! A letter! For Dobby and Winky and the others!" By this time, Dobby had clearly run out of breath as judged by his speaking in fragments of obviously larger sentences. Winky understood the point he was trying to convey nonetheless.
Having no idea what to expect, Winky took the letter packaged in a yellow envelope and sealed with a red wax bearing the mark of the Ministry of Magic.
