THE MESS-UP
Dobby sat in the kitchen smiling. Everything was going Dobby's way, yes it was! He had the silliest expression on his face- one of simple, undaunted bliss. He had enough to buy Winky the pretty, bendy ring that was purple and green. It was made of something that the store called 'plastic'. 'Plastic'. That must have been the stuff in the ring that brainwashed the person. Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was the 'jewel' that brainwashed the person. Now, which part was the jewel, and which part was the ring? He would have plenty of time to figure it out, now that Ron was gone. He smiled to himself and began to finger some polish he had bought for the ring.
Ron sat in transfiguration with a foolish, dreamy look on his face. He was so inattentive that he successfully transfigured his quill into an apple and back again, faster than Hermione. He received (both unperceived) a compliment from Professor McGonagal, and an angry, while marveling and proud look from Hermione, who had been tutoring him. He smiled absently when Harry told him he looked like Draco staring at Millicent Bulstrode, and thanked him. Hermione gave a giggle, and quickly disguised it as a cough.
After classes, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Neville all sat at a table in the Gryffindor common room, doing homework, and occasionally setting Ron afire to make him pay attention. By the end of their homework, he was covered in several scars from Hermione alternately burning and healing him, as it was the only way to get his attention.
Dobby whistled as he made the Gryffindor beds. Ron was gone, and he had Winky. He had taken his day off for the month to get Winky's green and purple, 'plastic' ring, and was going to polish it when he was back in the kitchen. Just as he was about to leave, Dobby heard voices. The voices came up the stairs, and he automatically recognized them as belonging to Harry, Hermione, Ron and- RON!!!
RON WAS ALIVE!! At first, Dobby couldn't believe his ears, but then remembered that they were huge and had no reason to lie to him. He sat miserably in the corner of the fireplace, wondering how he could have made such an awful mistake. Looking at the container of polish he was using, Dobby quickly understood. He was HOLDING the poison!! The stuff he had put on Ron's robe was the ring polish. And how would he have known? There were no distinguishing marks on their containers, and (of course) house-elves are color-blind!! Realization of his mistake made the little elf even angrier with himself... He had polished Ron's robes for him. Well, no matter. He could snuff out that dirty, unworthy little life by himself tonight. With ideas, and evil desires floating about his mind, the scheming little house-elf danced his way back to the kitchen to plan a way to kill the evil, redheaded obstruction in his path to capture the heart of a certain house-elf. However, he was unaware of the fact that she desired for herself something else...
Disclaimer: Characters= J.K.R's, all else is mine.
Dobby sat in the kitchen smiling. Everything was going Dobby's way, yes it was! He had the silliest expression on his face- one of simple, undaunted bliss. He had enough to buy Winky the pretty, bendy ring that was purple and green. It was made of something that the store called 'plastic'. 'Plastic'. That must have been the stuff in the ring that brainwashed the person. Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was the 'jewel' that brainwashed the person. Now, which part was the jewel, and which part was the ring? He would have plenty of time to figure it out, now that Ron was gone. He smiled to himself and began to finger some polish he had bought for the ring.
Ron sat in transfiguration with a foolish, dreamy look on his face. He was so inattentive that he successfully transfigured his quill into an apple and back again, faster than Hermione. He received (both unperceived) a compliment from Professor McGonagal, and an angry, while marveling and proud look from Hermione, who had been tutoring him. He smiled absently when Harry told him he looked like Draco staring at Millicent Bulstrode, and thanked him. Hermione gave a giggle, and quickly disguised it as a cough.
After classes, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Neville all sat at a table in the Gryffindor common room, doing homework, and occasionally setting Ron afire to make him pay attention. By the end of their homework, he was covered in several scars from Hermione alternately burning and healing him, as it was the only way to get his attention.
Dobby whistled as he made the Gryffindor beds. Ron was gone, and he had Winky. He had taken his day off for the month to get Winky's green and purple, 'plastic' ring, and was going to polish it when he was back in the kitchen. Just as he was about to leave, Dobby heard voices. The voices came up the stairs, and he automatically recognized them as belonging to Harry, Hermione, Ron and- RON!!!
RON WAS ALIVE!! At first, Dobby couldn't believe his ears, but then remembered that they were huge and had no reason to lie to him. He sat miserably in the corner of the fireplace, wondering how he could have made such an awful mistake. Looking at the container of polish he was using, Dobby quickly understood. He was HOLDING the poison!! The stuff he had put on Ron's robe was the ring polish. And how would he have known? There were no distinguishing marks on their containers, and (of course) house-elves are color-blind!! Realization of his mistake made the little elf even angrier with himself... He had polished Ron's robes for him. Well, no matter. He could snuff out that dirty, unworthy little life by himself tonight. With ideas, and evil desires floating about his mind, the scheming little house-elf danced his way back to the kitchen to plan a way to kill the evil, redheaded obstruction in his path to capture the heart of a certain house-elf. However, he was unaware of the fact that she desired for herself something else...
Disclaimer: Characters= J.K.R's, all else is mine.