A/N this story is written for MoonlightForgotten's houses competition.
House: Ravenclaw
Category: Theme
Theme/Prompt: House elves/elf
Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter or anything affiliated with it. It is all JK Rowling's genius.
Life Behind the Breadbasket
Her name was Tuppy. It was uncommonly thoughtful, and completely accidental branding from her first family that had unsurprisingly stuck with her. The baptism had occurred when young Tuppy, then known as Elfie, had, in a moment of exhaustion, passed out inside a plastic Tupperware container while drying it. Her mistress' rage at finding an elf inside the cupboard had only been matched by Tuppy's elation at finally being given a name by the mistress's three year-old nephew.
Tuppy was proud of her name and took great joy in telling the story to any of her many grand-elfies in the hope that they too would one day be privileged with a special name. Unfortunately, few of them had, though one of her great, great–grand elfies had recently been dubbed Snotty. That had been an auspicious day for Tuppy. For not only did Snotty become Snotty, it was also the day she got the news that she would be given ceremonial clothes, which would then be taken away by her new family.
The elf-goddess had been especially kind to Tuppy, as Tuppy had managed to stay with the same family for three generations, each new owner gradually forgetting her existence, but having enough sense to keep her mark on the inheritance papers.
In that way, what had started off as just Tuppy and her broom-sharer, Sooty had grown into an entire clan of Tuppy-elfies. Of course, not all good things last, and so after a hundred years of Tuppy's Dynastic rule of the Prince family manor, here she was, on the brink of departure.
Clothes, such a simple word for such terrible items. Her newest master had given her a button and it was with a heavy heart that Tuppy wrapped her long fingers around the brown monstrosity. To think, people wore these everyday.
Tuppy grabbed onto her unblemished pillowcase with the family crest and snapping her fingers, the button stitched itself onto the top of the shield. It would forever be a mark of shame in her perfect-tea towel life.
With a loud crack, Tuppy popped from the manor. Never to be seen again. At least that's how Tuppy hoped the story would be told. The reality, however, the reality was much, much worse.
Upon arriving at her new assignment, Tuppy had initially been quite pleased. The place looked ruined. 'They is clearly needing a house-elf' Tuppy thought to herself, glad that no other elf resided here, for none of the master-fearing beings would ever allow the windows to be in such a state.
Trotting over to the mud-splattered door, she pondered whether or not she should simply hop through the slightly grimy cat door and get straight to work, or if she should bother her new family for an introduction.
Tuppy decided to do the former. If these masters were anything like her old ones, they wouldn't want her to bother them. As soon as she stepped inside the house, however, Tuppy was presented with a dilemma.
That picture on the wall was not moving.
Thank you for reading!
