*ahem* Yes, another rules. This one is slightly different, being magical
creatures and all. not quite sure how many I'll do, but am thinking the
next chapter will be centaurs.
DISCLAIMER: Everything belongs to J.K. I am but a tiny pawn in this game of Wizard's Chess... I don't exactly know why. I'll just... leave you to it then.
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THE HOUSE ELF
~The House Elf shall not talk back to it's master.
~The House Elf shall not under any circumstances say anything bad about the family it serves, no matter how cruel they may get, or how unusual a punishment may be, with consideration to the touchy subject of cheese dunking, which has been outlawed in most countries and will not be tolerated by the House Elf liberals (or pretty much just one Hermione Granger).
~If the House Elf should happen to be serving the Malfoys, it is OK to spit in their food, they won't notice.
~Yes, even that yellow phleghmy stuff one gets during cold season. Tell them it's a fancy dressing.
~If the House Elf should come across one Harry Potter, it must immediatly fall to it's knees and worship every fiber of his being, embarassing the daylights out of him.
~Due to the new House Elf Safety Act, The House Elf must not induce self- harm when feeling as though it's done wrong. The foam bats issued to you are to be used in place of lamps, large peices of furniture, and conveniently placed bottles of SkeleGrow
AUTHOR: Here to demonstrate the last rule is everyone's favorite eccentric House Elf, Dobby.
DOBBY: *enters shyly, sidling up to the center of the stage*
AUTHOR: Now Dobby, tell me, what do you think of Harry Potter?
DOBBY: *brightening* Oh, Harry Potter is the greatest, most powerful, endlessly noble, kind, forgiving-
AUTHOR: Yeah yeah, the hero crap, I got it. But what about those dorky glasses he wears? I mean, come on... and that hair! D'you reckon he's ever heard of a comb?
DOBBY: *giggling a bit* well, it is- *turns panicky* that was a horrible thing to have almost said about Harry Potter!
AUTHOR: *smiling broadly and handing Dobby the foam bat* go ahead, knock yourself out... or uh... try to, anyway.
DOBBY: *whacks himself countless times with the soft cushiony bat* BAD DOBBY! *turns bat around so that the ever convenient metal handle is facing him*
AUTHOR: *in horror* No Dobby, NO!
*THUD*
AUTHOR: I could get in trouble for this, couldn't I? Maybe I'll just... scamper off... *scampers off*
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END!!!
Yes, I know it's short. Keep in mind it's only one chapter. Once again *winning smile* the review button loves you!
DISCLAIMER: Everything belongs to J.K. I am but a tiny pawn in this game of Wizard's Chess... I don't exactly know why. I'll just... leave you to it then.
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THE HOUSE ELF
~The House Elf shall not talk back to it's master.
~The House Elf shall not under any circumstances say anything bad about the family it serves, no matter how cruel they may get, or how unusual a punishment may be, with consideration to the touchy subject of cheese dunking, which has been outlawed in most countries and will not be tolerated by the House Elf liberals (or pretty much just one Hermione Granger).
~If the House Elf should happen to be serving the Malfoys, it is OK to spit in their food, they won't notice.
~Yes, even that yellow phleghmy stuff one gets during cold season. Tell them it's a fancy dressing.
~If the House Elf should come across one Harry Potter, it must immediatly fall to it's knees and worship every fiber of his being, embarassing the daylights out of him.
~Due to the new House Elf Safety Act, The House Elf must not induce self- harm when feeling as though it's done wrong. The foam bats issued to you are to be used in place of lamps, large peices of furniture, and conveniently placed bottles of SkeleGrow
AUTHOR: Here to demonstrate the last rule is everyone's favorite eccentric House Elf, Dobby.
DOBBY: *enters shyly, sidling up to the center of the stage*
AUTHOR: Now Dobby, tell me, what do you think of Harry Potter?
DOBBY: *brightening* Oh, Harry Potter is the greatest, most powerful, endlessly noble, kind, forgiving-
AUTHOR: Yeah yeah, the hero crap, I got it. But what about those dorky glasses he wears? I mean, come on... and that hair! D'you reckon he's ever heard of a comb?
DOBBY: *giggling a bit* well, it is- *turns panicky* that was a horrible thing to have almost said about Harry Potter!
AUTHOR: *smiling broadly and handing Dobby the foam bat* go ahead, knock yourself out... or uh... try to, anyway.
DOBBY: *whacks himself countless times with the soft cushiony bat* BAD DOBBY! *turns bat around so that the ever convenient metal handle is facing him*
AUTHOR: *in horror* No Dobby, NO!
*THUD*
AUTHOR: I could get in trouble for this, couldn't I? Maybe I'll just... scamper off... *scampers off*
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END!!!
Yes, I know it's short. Keep in mind it's only one chapter. Once again *winning smile* the review button loves you!