He cleared his throat and straightened up the new cloth that Hermione Granger had made him. For a mudblood, he had come to liking her. He walked up behind the smaller elf in front of him and tapped her shoulder. It was Pinky, the house elf he always requested to work with something about how her eyes lit up when she was cooking, or when she had a day off, she just lies in the grass at the manor and looks at the sky. She turned around and looked up at him, trembling. He cleared his voice, and spoke quietly, but still hoarsley.

"Kreacher m-made Pinky a pair of socks..." he handed them to her and backed up while she slipped the white pieces of cloth over her large feet. They fit perfectly. She looked up to thank him, but he already had ran off, scared of what she would think. She smiled and went to find her master, thinking of the odd elf that had never seemed that kind.