A/N: obviously, Tipsy is my character, and she is quite the little
elf...as you'll find out.
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Chapter Nine: A Third Account
Albus quickly entered the kitchens, and was immediately greeted by many house elves. Most of them asked him what he would like to eat, and who it was for. He replied rather quickly that it was for "his wife".
Soon the kitchen was buzzing with little house elves fixing a meal made for a king, albus couldn't even get word in that he only really came down for a bowl of soup.
he thought to himself how ironic it was that everything was so full of life down there, and up where all the teachers were, it had seemed rather depressing. 'yes, life is just FULL of ironic things. For instance kate and severus seemed rather close, and here I am with minerva, barely able to speak a word to one another.' His mind went from different thoughts, different examples, different ideas...it was nearly 30 minutes before a house else spoke with him. His mind was consentrating so much, he hardly noticed how some of the elves were looking at him.
"uh...sir? Is you okay?" squeaked the tiny elf.
Albus looked down on her, just now noticing his presence. "I was this morning...I'm not quite so sure anymore."
"perhaps you should talk. That's what Tipsy does when I is feeling low. I will listen, and try to help...if you want me to sir. I don't want to feel outside the place, but I is wanting to help you."
He let a small smile crawl across his face. He had always wanted a house elf, but with the general circumstances, it seemed rather impossible. And if he were to get one, perhaps this one would be perfect...one who cared as it seemed.
"no, it won't be out of your place to talk with me. But I doubt that you have much experience in what I'm dealing with."
"that's fine sir. I only want to try to help. You are my master, and I want to help you like you helped Tipsy."
"Very well. Where do you want me to start?"
"Start where your problem is. Tell Tipsy why you is looking so sad."
"Well...my wife, you've met her, Professor McGonagall. She well, she; did you notice that her stomach was getting bigger?"
"Yes sir. I noticed it 6 days ago. She came for a cup of hotchocolate at 2 in the morning."
"She was going to have a baby."
"Then why is you sad? A baby is a happy thing."
"I know...but she went to the doctor's today. And he told us that the baby had died, and that she would have to get rid of it."
With these words, Tipsy stared up at Dumbledore. She obviously understood what pain Albus was going through...a baby is a terrible thing to lose. She put her hand to her head, and started to think.
"And that is why you is unhappy sir?"
"Not entirely. She refuses to talk to me."
"Then why not you talk to her? You make her listen...the professor must want her husband. Tipsy would want hers if that happened."
"I would think that too. But Minerva is a bit different than most people. When she's angry, she likes to be alone. When she's alone, she wants people to be around her. When she's happy though, she lights up my world...I just dont know if I can endure the time when she's not herself."
"Speak with the professor. If marriage is what you are in, i think that she loves you. She could not push away someone she loves, i know Tipsy couldn't."
"Ah, but you don't know Minerva like I do. She's utterly depressed right now, she can't bare to think of anything retaining to the child. Granted Im not expecting her to yet, but she acts as if it gives her a right to repel everything."
"Be good professor that I see coming here 3 times a week. Talk to professor and tell her how you is feeling."
"I can't even get close enough to her TO talk to her. She was practically screaming my ear out earlier today."
"Then you shout louder than professor. Make her hear you...if you was close enough to make a baby, you must be close enough to talk about the one that is gone."
"You're right. But how do I do it? what do I say to her?"
"Tell her how you is feeling. Tell her it will be okay. Tell professor that you love her, and all i think will be alright."
"Can I ask a question?"
"Of course sir."
"How did a house elf learn so much about this?"
Tipsy turned a light pink...it was rather hard to spot through her already fairly pink skin, but it was rather obvious that she was blushing.
"Well sir my old master, before I came to hogwarts, well they had some kid problems too. My mistress was not able to have a child after she had a miscarriage...she drank too many bad potions for her. I saw many nights when my master held her and told her how they would get through with it. It made me feel sad to see them together, but they got closer and were happy."
"You're a very special elf, you know that Tipsy?"
"NO sir. I is not worthy of you saying that to me. I was a very bad elf."
"I can't see that now. Tell me, what was it that happened that caused your master to give you clothes?"
"Well sir...I, I isnt given clothes. My owners were killed sir. A dark man came to the door, and asked where my master was. I brought him to the back of the house, and I didnt know that the man was bad...I WASNT KNOWING. The man took out his wand, and I saw a flash of green light. My master was dead on the floor, but i is not knowing what happened. The man found my mistress after that...he made the green light come out. It is all Tipsy's fault that they died."
Albus stared at Tipsy...surprised at what her answer was. It did after all make sense, half the house elfs that had worked for hogwarts had belonged to families that had died out...and if her master had no children, it would only be right for her to come to another place..a more stable place. hogwarts.
"I'm sure it wasnt your fault. The man would have gotten in anyhow...back then, if you were going to die, you couldn't very well avoid it. Don't be angry at yourself for making it happen"
"Tipsy is not helping it sir. Tipsy let him in, and Tipsy saw her master die...Tipsy feels awful." she buried her head within her hands.
Albus looked at her, rather sympathetically. He may have problems, but this simple house elf had more regrets than he would probably ever have. Despite everything, it was rather an inspiration. He thought for a moment, then was hit with an idea.
"Tipsy, would you like to come back up and help with the Professor? I think she would rather like you."
"Sir! You is joking!"
"No, I am not. Come up...you can take a good look at the castle."
"I is meant to serve sir, not to look around!"
"Then might I have the privilege of having you serve my wife and I?"
Tipsy looked at Albus disbelieving what he had just said. But as always, his eyes seemed to tell that he was quite serious.
"Alright. But Tipsy is coming right back down when you is finished eating."
"Thank you Tipsy. I need someone who understands women to come up there with me." he let a slight smile cross his face.
He looked down on his feet, now just really noticing that there was a whole plate of food ready to take. "oh." he said aloud. Tipsy picked it up though, and looked at him, almost with a smile herself. "Come sir. You is late for lunch."
"Oh, okay." He walked infront of Tipsy, and led her back up to his and Minerva's living quarters.
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Chapter Nine: A Third Account
Albus quickly entered the kitchens, and was immediately greeted by many house elves. Most of them asked him what he would like to eat, and who it was for. He replied rather quickly that it was for "his wife".
Soon the kitchen was buzzing with little house elves fixing a meal made for a king, albus couldn't even get word in that he only really came down for a bowl of soup.
he thought to himself how ironic it was that everything was so full of life down there, and up where all the teachers were, it had seemed rather depressing. 'yes, life is just FULL of ironic things. For instance kate and severus seemed rather close, and here I am with minerva, barely able to speak a word to one another.' His mind went from different thoughts, different examples, different ideas...it was nearly 30 minutes before a house else spoke with him. His mind was consentrating so much, he hardly noticed how some of the elves were looking at him.
"uh...sir? Is you okay?" squeaked the tiny elf.
Albus looked down on her, just now noticing his presence. "I was this morning...I'm not quite so sure anymore."
"perhaps you should talk. That's what Tipsy does when I is feeling low. I will listen, and try to help...if you want me to sir. I don't want to feel outside the place, but I is wanting to help you."
He let a small smile crawl across his face. He had always wanted a house elf, but with the general circumstances, it seemed rather impossible. And if he were to get one, perhaps this one would be perfect...one who cared as it seemed.
"no, it won't be out of your place to talk with me. But I doubt that you have much experience in what I'm dealing with."
"that's fine sir. I only want to try to help. You are my master, and I want to help you like you helped Tipsy."
"Very well. Where do you want me to start?"
"Start where your problem is. Tell Tipsy why you is looking so sad."
"Well...my wife, you've met her, Professor McGonagall. She well, she; did you notice that her stomach was getting bigger?"
"Yes sir. I noticed it 6 days ago. She came for a cup of hotchocolate at 2 in the morning."
"She was going to have a baby."
"Then why is you sad? A baby is a happy thing."
"I know...but she went to the doctor's today. And he told us that the baby had died, and that she would have to get rid of it."
With these words, Tipsy stared up at Dumbledore. She obviously understood what pain Albus was going through...a baby is a terrible thing to lose. She put her hand to her head, and started to think.
"And that is why you is unhappy sir?"
"Not entirely. She refuses to talk to me."
"Then why not you talk to her? You make her listen...the professor must want her husband. Tipsy would want hers if that happened."
"I would think that too. But Minerva is a bit different than most people. When she's angry, she likes to be alone. When she's alone, she wants people to be around her. When she's happy though, she lights up my world...I just dont know if I can endure the time when she's not herself."
"Speak with the professor. If marriage is what you are in, i think that she loves you. She could not push away someone she loves, i know Tipsy couldn't."
"Ah, but you don't know Minerva like I do. She's utterly depressed right now, she can't bare to think of anything retaining to the child. Granted Im not expecting her to yet, but she acts as if it gives her a right to repel everything."
"Be good professor that I see coming here 3 times a week. Talk to professor and tell her how you is feeling."
"I can't even get close enough to her TO talk to her. She was practically screaming my ear out earlier today."
"Then you shout louder than professor. Make her hear you...if you was close enough to make a baby, you must be close enough to talk about the one that is gone."
"You're right. But how do I do it? what do I say to her?"
"Tell her how you is feeling. Tell her it will be okay. Tell professor that you love her, and all i think will be alright."
"Can I ask a question?"
"Of course sir."
"How did a house elf learn so much about this?"
Tipsy turned a light pink...it was rather hard to spot through her already fairly pink skin, but it was rather obvious that she was blushing.
"Well sir my old master, before I came to hogwarts, well they had some kid problems too. My mistress was not able to have a child after she had a miscarriage...she drank too many bad potions for her. I saw many nights when my master held her and told her how they would get through with it. It made me feel sad to see them together, but they got closer and were happy."
"You're a very special elf, you know that Tipsy?"
"NO sir. I is not worthy of you saying that to me. I was a very bad elf."
"I can't see that now. Tell me, what was it that happened that caused your master to give you clothes?"
"Well sir...I, I isnt given clothes. My owners were killed sir. A dark man came to the door, and asked where my master was. I brought him to the back of the house, and I didnt know that the man was bad...I WASNT KNOWING. The man took out his wand, and I saw a flash of green light. My master was dead on the floor, but i is not knowing what happened. The man found my mistress after that...he made the green light come out. It is all Tipsy's fault that they died."
Albus stared at Tipsy...surprised at what her answer was. It did after all make sense, half the house elfs that had worked for hogwarts had belonged to families that had died out...and if her master had no children, it would only be right for her to come to another place..a more stable place. hogwarts.
"I'm sure it wasnt your fault. The man would have gotten in anyhow...back then, if you were going to die, you couldn't very well avoid it. Don't be angry at yourself for making it happen"
"Tipsy is not helping it sir. Tipsy let him in, and Tipsy saw her master die...Tipsy feels awful." she buried her head within her hands.
Albus looked at her, rather sympathetically. He may have problems, but this simple house elf had more regrets than he would probably ever have. Despite everything, it was rather an inspiration. He thought for a moment, then was hit with an idea.
"Tipsy, would you like to come back up and help with the Professor? I think she would rather like you."
"Sir! You is joking!"
"No, I am not. Come up...you can take a good look at the castle."
"I is meant to serve sir, not to look around!"
"Then might I have the privilege of having you serve my wife and I?"
Tipsy looked at Albus disbelieving what he had just said. But as always, his eyes seemed to tell that he was quite serious.
"Alright. But Tipsy is coming right back down when you is finished eating."
"Thank you Tipsy. I need someone who understands women to come up there with me." he let a slight smile cross his face.
He looked down on his feet, now just really noticing that there was a whole plate of food ready to take. "oh." he said aloud. Tipsy picked it up though, and looked at him, almost with a smile herself. "Come sir. You is late for lunch."
"Oh, okay." He walked infront of Tipsy, and led her back up to his and Minerva's living quarters.