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"I can't believe you guys got detention," Ron said. He, Harry and Hermione were walking out of the hospital wing. "It's not right."
"No, I think they had a right to punish us," Hermione sighed. "We attacked two students-of course, they WERE bullying you."
"Exactly," Ron responded. "You were only defending me."
"Well, it doesn't matter now," Harry said. "We've got the detention, and we've lost the house fifteen points."
"At least we're better off than Crabbe and Goyle," Hermione pointed out. "They've got TWO weeks of detention, and they lost twenty points for Slytherin. I'm glad McGonagall saw the light and had at least some justice done."
"I'm just glad we've got a Slytherin-free day," Ron breathed. "Crabbe and Goyle are out to get me for sure."
"Don't worry about it," Harry said. "If there's anyone they're after, it's probably Ginny. You saw the way she stood up to them and Snape! They think she fears nothing!"
"She doesn't," Ron sighed, as they neared the Greenhouse for Herbology. "I haven't found anything on earth yet that she's afraid of! Well I mean, you know.besides, like, You-Know-Who coming back, but everyone's afraid of that."
"I can just imagine Ginny coming to your rescue when a big icky spider came and fwightened wittle Ronny," Hermione mocked, using a baby tone of voice.
"You know, that's the one thing I don't miss about Fred and George," Ron scoffed. "The way they'd always tease me. I don't need you two bringing back their old spirit and making fun of me!"
"She was only joking, Ron," Harry laughed.
"Words hurt," Ron sniffed.
**
"What is it you wanted me for?" Link asked, walking into Zelda's room and shutting the door behind him. "Sinistra said you wanted me."
"I did," Zelda sighed. She picked up her wand. "I see you've done it already."
"Of course. I do it every morning before I wake up! We can't take any chances, you know. It's much too risky waiting."
"Ugh, I know. I had to wait for someone to walk by and ask them to get you behind a closed door."
You may be wondering what Link and Zelda are talking about. There was one thing that made the two of them look different from humans: their ears.
As you know, elf's ears are pointed. Human's ears are rounded. Every morning, Link and Zelda put a spell on their ears that rounded them off, making them look normal. If a student or teacher found out that they were elves, they'd be treated quite differently.
"They've employed elves to work as servants here," Zelda told Link a while ago. "That's why we have to change what our ears look like-otherwise, we'll be given away."
"Got it."
Back to the present.
"So anyway," Zelda sighed, walking up to Link. "I've forgotten the spell to change their appearance. I had a terrible sleep last night, and I'm too tired to remember it. Could you give me a hand?"
"Sure." Link held his wand up to Zelda's ear, whispering something under his breath. He did the same to her other ear, and both instantly rounded off.
"Thanks." Zelda whispered, writing the spell down on a piece of parchment and placing it inside her desk. "You know Link, I've been thinking."
"About what?"
"Well, I got a reliable tip-off that the elves who work here are in the kitchen," she responded quickly. "So I thought maybe I'd.you know, go down there and see what they're like in.this.world."
"Wouldn't they look like us?" Link asked.
"Probably, but I still want to see them!" Zelda said. "Will you come with me?"
"Hmm.no."
Zelda rolled her eyes, clasped her hands together, and went onto her knees. "Please, Link? I don't want to go alone, and besides-you're an elf too, so why don't you-"
"Oh, fine. I'll come with you. Considering, of course, that you know where the kitchen is located."
"Of course I do!" Zelda riposted, grabbing Link's hand and pulling him out the door. "We're just lucky that neither of us have classes right now.thanks!"
"Your welcome," Link sighed, as Zelda dragged him down another corridor.
A few minutes later, Link and Zelda stopped in front of a large painting depicting a bowl of fruit. Zelda reached up, tickled a pear that was in the picture, and the painting swung open like a door.
"Look, 'tis the new Hogwarts teachers!" cried one elf. Link and Zelda's mouths dropped in unison.
"They're so tiny," Link whispered, as about forty elves rushed up to them and bowed. "They look nothing like us!"
"What could we be getting you?" asked an elf with a particularly long, pointy nose. He smiled, showing yellow rotting teeth.
"U-uh." Zelda seemed to be in a state of shock. "Tea?" Two seconds later, three elves rushed up to her, holding a silver tray with a steaming cup of tea on it. "Th-thanks."
"And what could we get you, Sir?" asked an elf with a tower of hats upon his head."
"Um.how about chocolate soufflé?" Link challenged. To his surprise, an elf skipped up to him, holding a plate with the requested food on top of it.
"How do they DO that?" Zelda marveled quietly. The elves looked up at them, still smiling brightly. "It's amazing!"
"They look nothing like us!"
"Link, you're repeating yourself."
"So," Link said in a louder voice. "Do you all like it here at Hogwarts?" There were mutters of "yes" and "of course" and "how could we not?". Link went on. "Sooo.how often do leave the kitchen?"
"Only at night sir," answered an elf with an Irish accent. "To stoke the fires, clean the beds, and sweep the rooms. We are seldom seen by wizards, sir."
"Uh-huh," Zelda said, starting to step backwards. "Well, we're needed back at.our classrooms. Thank you so much, it was so nice meeting you!"
"Please come again!" the elves chorused, waving good-bye.
Zelda shut the kitchen door behind them. "Well, that was an interesting experience, wasn't it, Link?"
"Not at all what I was expecting," Link admitted. "I guess these elves are very different from those in Hyrule."
"It's very confusing, I agree."
**
"C'mon guys, let's go," Harry sighed. He walked out of the Gryffindor common room with Ginny and Hermione. The three of them walked cautiously into McGonagall's classroom. She looked up.
"Right on time," she said, standing up and walking over to them. "I have been thinking for a while how I should punish you three. Much more trouble than it was worth. The only suggestions I got came from Filch, and his were rather.inhumane."
Harry, Hermione, and Ginny exchanged glimpses.
"So, I decided to have you all write an essay explaining how and why Rachel Hutchinson killed the first Minister of Magic. If you need them, I have placed textbooks on the desks, in three separate areas of the room. Please begin."
Harry sat down at a desk. He looked in the book's index for Hutchinson. There was an entire twelve-page chapter on her! It would take him hours!
"And for the record," McGonagall sighed. "This will be counted towards your grade."
Ginny and Harry heard Hermione squeak with frightened excitement. It wasn't often that McGonagall assigned something out of a book. But then again, Harry thought, this WAS supposed to be a punishment.
The sound of Hermione's quill scratching against parchment was becoming extremely irritating. It was constant, and was also constantly annoying both Ginny and Harry.
"I'm lost!" Ginny mouthed to Harry.
"So am I!" he mouthed back.
"What?"
"Ms. Weasley," rang out McGonagall's voice, breaking the silent conversation. She stopped reading her papers and continued to stare at them, making sure that they didn't communicate any more.
An hour later, Hermione handed McGonagall her essay-ten pages long. She was curtly dismissed.
Another hour later, Ginny and Harry handed in their (five page) reports. McGonagall gave them a suspicious look, then told them that they were free to go.
"Sickly saplings," Ginny sighed, once she and Harry reached the Fat Lady's portrait. It swung open, revealing that Hermione and Ron were the only students left in the Gryffindor common room.
"You two took forever," Hermione said cheerfully.
"Yeah. Thanks," Ginny said, walking directly to the girls' dormitory. Harry collapsed onto a chair next to Ron.
"Sorry, mate," Ron apologized. "I feel like I'm the one that got you guys messed up in all this."
"It's all right Ron," Hermione said. "It'll be fine when we all go to Hogsmeade tomorrow. I hope."
"That reminds me," Harry said, sitting up a bit. "Would it be all right with you guys if Cho went with us to Hogsmeade for awhile?"
Hermione shrugged. "It's all right with me. Just so long as she doesn't keep on thinking that I'm your girlfriend."
"Yeah, it's okay," Ron decided, issuing a small sigh. "I'm going to bed, though. I'm dead tired. Night."
"I'm coming too," Harry said, standing up. "Night, Hermione."
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HOUSE ELVES ARE TINY!!
"I can't believe you guys got detention," Ron said. He, Harry and Hermione were walking out of the hospital wing. "It's not right."
"No, I think they had a right to punish us," Hermione sighed. "We attacked two students-of course, they WERE bullying you."
"Exactly," Ron responded. "You were only defending me."
"Well, it doesn't matter now," Harry said. "We've got the detention, and we've lost the house fifteen points."
"At least we're better off than Crabbe and Goyle," Hermione pointed out. "They've got TWO weeks of detention, and they lost twenty points for Slytherin. I'm glad McGonagall saw the light and had at least some justice done."
"I'm just glad we've got a Slytherin-free day," Ron breathed. "Crabbe and Goyle are out to get me for sure."
"Don't worry about it," Harry said. "If there's anyone they're after, it's probably Ginny. You saw the way she stood up to them and Snape! They think she fears nothing!"
"She doesn't," Ron sighed, as they neared the Greenhouse for Herbology. "I haven't found anything on earth yet that she's afraid of! Well I mean, you know.besides, like, You-Know-Who coming back, but everyone's afraid of that."
"I can just imagine Ginny coming to your rescue when a big icky spider came and fwightened wittle Ronny," Hermione mocked, using a baby tone of voice.
"You know, that's the one thing I don't miss about Fred and George," Ron scoffed. "The way they'd always tease me. I don't need you two bringing back their old spirit and making fun of me!"
"She was only joking, Ron," Harry laughed.
"Words hurt," Ron sniffed.
**
"What is it you wanted me for?" Link asked, walking into Zelda's room and shutting the door behind him. "Sinistra said you wanted me."
"I did," Zelda sighed. She picked up her wand. "I see you've done it already."
"Of course. I do it every morning before I wake up! We can't take any chances, you know. It's much too risky waiting."
"Ugh, I know. I had to wait for someone to walk by and ask them to get you behind a closed door."
You may be wondering what Link and Zelda are talking about. There was one thing that made the two of them look different from humans: their ears.
As you know, elf's ears are pointed. Human's ears are rounded. Every morning, Link and Zelda put a spell on their ears that rounded them off, making them look normal. If a student or teacher found out that they were elves, they'd be treated quite differently.
"They've employed elves to work as servants here," Zelda told Link a while ago. "That's why we have to change what our ears look like-otherwise, we'll be given away."
"Got it."
Back to the present.
"So anyway," Zelda sighed, walking up to Link. "I've forgotten the spell to change their appearance. I had a terrible sleep last night, and I'm too tired to remember it. Could you give me a hand?"
"Sure." Link held his wand up to Zelda's ear, whispering something under his breath. He did the same to her other ear, and both instantly rounded off.
"Thanks." Zelda whispered, writing the spell down on a piece of parchment and placing it inside her desk. "You know Link, I've been thinking."
"About what?"
"Well, I got a reliable tip-off that the elves who work here are in the kitchen," she responded quickly. "So I thought maybe I'd.you know, go down there and see what they're like in.this.world."
"Wouldn't they look like us?" Link asked.
"Probably, but I still want to see them!" Zelda said. "Will you come with me?"
"Hmm.no."
Zelda rolled her eyes, clasped her hands together, and went onto her knees. "Please, Link? I don't want to go alone, and besides-you're an elf too, so why don't you-"
"Oh, fine. I'll come with you. Considering, of course, that you know where the kitchen is located."
"Of course I do!" Zelda riposted, grabbing Link's hand and pulling him out the door. "We're just lucky that neither of us have classes right now.thanks!"
"Your welcome," Link sighed, as Zelda dragged him down another corridor.
A few minutes later, Link and Zelda stopped in front of a large painting depicting a bowl of fruit. Zelda reached up, tickled a pear that was in the picture, and the painting swung open like a door.
"Look, 'tis the new Hogwarts teachers!" cried one elf. Link and Zelda's mouths dropped in unison.
"They're so tiny," Link whispered, as about forty elves rushed up to them and bowed. "They look nothing like us!"
"What could we be getting you?" asked an elf with a particularly long, pointy nose. He smiled, showing yellow rotting teeth.
"U-uh." Zelda seemed to be in a state of shock. "Tea?" Two seconds later, three elves rushed up to her, holding a silver tray with a steaming cup of tea on it. "Th-thanks."
"And what could we get you, Sir?" asked an elf with a tower of hats upon his head."
"Um.how about chocolate soufflé?" Link challenged. To his surprise, an elf skipped up to him, holding a plate with the requested food on top of it.
"How do they DO that?" Zelda marveled quietly. The elves looked up at them, still smiling brightly. "It's amazing!"
"They look nothing like us!"
"Link, you're repeating yourself."
"So," Link said in a louder voice. "Do you all like it here at Hogwarts?" There were mutters of "yes" and "of course" and "how could we not?". Link went on. "Sooo.how often do leave the kitchen?"
"Only at night sir," answered an elf with an Irish accent. "To stoke the fires, clean the beds, and sweep the rooms. We are seldom seen by wizards, sir."
"Uh-huh," Zelda said, starting to step backwards. "Well, we're needed back at.our classrooms. Thank you so much, it was so nice meeting you!"
"Please come again!" the elves chorused, waving good-bye.
Zelda shut the kitchen door behind them. "Well, that was an interesting experience, wasn't it, Link?"
"Not at all what I was expecting," Link admitted. "I guess these elves are very different from those in Hyrule."
"It's very confusing, I agree."
**
"C'mon guys, let's go," Harry sighed. He walked out of the Gryffindor common room with Ginny and Hermione. The three of them walked cautiously into McGonagall's classroom. She looked up.
"Right on time," she said, standing up and walking over to them. "I have been thinking for a while how I should punish you three. Much more trouble than it was worth. The only suggestions I got came from Filch, and his were rather.inhumane."
Harry, Hermione, and Ginny exchanged glimpses.
"So, I decided to have you all write an essay explaining how and why Rachel Hutchinson killed the first Minister of Magic. If you need them, I have placed textbooks on the desks, in three separate areas of the room. Please begin."
Harry sat down at a desk. He looked in the book's index for Hutchinson. There was an entire twelve-page chapter on her! It would take him hours!
"And for the record," McGonagall sighed. "This will be counted towards your grade."
Ginny and Harry heard Hermione squeak with frightened excitement. It wasn't often that McGonagall assigned something out of a book. But then again, Harry thought, this WAS supposed to be a punishment.
The sound of Hermione's quill scratching against parchment was becoming extremely irritating. It was constant, and was also constantly annoying both Ginny and Harry.
"I'm lost!" Ginny mouthed to Harry.
"So am I!" he mouthed back.
"What?"
"Ms. Weasley," rang out McGonagall's voice, breaking the silent conversation. She stopped reading her papers and continued to stare at them, making sure that they didn't communicate any more.
An hour later, Hermione handed McGonagall her essay-ten pages long. She was curtly dismissed.
Another hour later, Ginny and Harry handed in their (five page) reports. McGonagall gave them a suspicious look, then told them that they were free to go.
"Sickly saplings," Ginny sighed, once she and Harry reached the Fat Lady's portrait. It swung open, revealing that Hermione and Ron were the only students left in the Gryffindor common room.
"You two took forever," Hermione said cheerfully.
"Yeah. Thanks," Ginny said, walking directly to the girls' dormitory. Harry collapsed onto a chair next to Ron.
"Sorry, mate," Ron apologized. "I feel like I'm the one that got you guys messed up in all this."
"It's all right Ron," Hermione said. "It'll be fine when we all go to Hogsmeade tomorrow. I hope."
"That reminds me," Harry said, sitting up a bit. "Would it be all right with you guys if Cho went with us to Hogsmeade for awhile?"
Hermione shrugged. "It's all right with me. Just so long as she doesn't keep on thinking that I'm your girlfriend."
"Yeah, it's okay," Ron decided, issuing a small sigh. "I'm going to bed, though. I'm dead tired. Night."
"I'm coming too," Harry said, standing up. "Night, Hermione."
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HOUSE ELVES ARE TINY!!