Dobby squeezed his eyes shut and screamed as he fell from the broken air duct, his arms flailing for something to grab onto. To his suprise, something hard was within reach, and he got a good grip on it before he dared to open his eyes.
Dobby found himself hanging off a short bookcase that was only several feet off the ground. In the far corner of the room from where he was hanging, a golden and red bird fumbled frightened on its perch, feathers twittering terribly. Dobby's recent scream must have scared it greatly, as it took several minutes for it to calm down.
Dobby dropped off the bookcase and looked up at the ceiling where he had fallen. There was no hole, and, to add more confusion to the situation, there was no air duct at all. Dobby forced himself to turn his head away, explaining it to himself as a wonder of magic, something he'd learned to deal with long ago. Dobby was still a bit chilled by the fact that he had no way to backtrack out of the room, nor could he claim how he entered.
Dobby dusted himself off, his knees covered in dust and grime, but luckily his pillow case, which covered his torso and halfway down his thighs, was only slightly dingy. Dobby's hands were covered with even more grime than his knees, including thick spiders webs and a thick layer of dirt that formed crusts beneath his fingernails and found its way into ever crease of Dobby's hands. He cleaned them the best he could, but, not wanting to dirty his mostly clean pillow case, he was not able to get them adequately dirt-free.
Looking around the room, Dobby studied the pictures on the walls. Each frame contained an elderly lady or gentleman, each with their own expression, most grinning, but a few giving off dark scowls. Dobby looked at each picture in turn, and, at the very end, stood a portrait of a man Dobby could recognize! Grinning widely through his long beard and his great wizarding cap, Dumbledore was the last one in the, now obvious list of past headmasters. Dobby realized that he had found his way to where he initially wanted to go!
Dobby found his way to Dumbledore's desk, thinking to sit atop it so he could be the first think Dumbledore saw when he entered the room. Waiting and waiting, Dobby finally layed back on some soft papers, and fell into a deep and deserved sleep.
Dobby found himself hanging off a short bookcase that was only several feet off the ground. In the far corner of the room from where he was hanging, a golden and red bird fumbled frightened on its perch, feathers twittering terribly. Dobby's recent scream must have scared it greatly, as it took several minutes for it to calm down.
Dobby dropped off the bookcase and looked up at the ceiling where he had fallen. There was no hole, and, to add more confusion to the situation, there was no air duct at all. Dobby forced himself to turn his head away, explaining it to himself as a wonder of magic, something he'd learned to deal with long ago. Dobby was still a bit chilled by the fact that he had no way to backtrack out of the room, nor could he claim how he entered.
Dobby dusted himself off, his knees covered in dust and grime, but luckily his pillow case, which covered his torso and halfway down his thighs, was only slightly dingy. Dobby's hands were covered with even more grime than his knees, including thick spiders webs and a thick layer of dirt that formed crusts beneath his fingernails and found its way into ever crease of Dobby's hands. He cleaned them the best he could, but, not wanting to dirty his mostly clean pillow case, he was not able to get them adequately dirt-free.
Looking around the room, Dobby studied the pictures on the walls. Each frame contained an elderly lady or gentleman, each with their own expression, most grinning, but a few giving off dark scowls. Dobby looked at each picture in turn, and, at the very end, stood a portrait of a man Dobby could recognize! Grinning widely through his long beard and his great wizarding cap, Dumbledore was the last one in the, now obvious list of past headmasters. Dobby realized that he had found his way to where he initially wanted to go!
Dobby found his way to Dumbledore's desk, thinking to sit atop it so he could be the first think Dumbledore saw when he entered the room. Waiting and waiting, Dobby finally layed back on some soft papers, and fell into a deep and deserved sleep.