S.P.E.W. Rebellions| The Tablecloth
So, Harry. What do you think about my newest creation for S.P.E.W.?
Harry Potter had been looking for Hermione's homework so that he could copy the answers, but while in the process, he stumbled across a red and white sheet. It looked suspiciously like the tablecloth that Dobby aways covered Winky with when she got drunk. He had brought it down to the common room, planning to bring it down to Dobby later, when Hermione came running down from the girls dormetories, looking quite worried. Spotting the tablecloth in Harry's hands, she sighed and kissed him on the cheek. Relieved that he had 'found' it, Hermione confided in him that she had indeed borrowed the cloth, and asked him what he had thought about it.
Hermione, what on earth are you doing with a tablecloth. I mean, you being you, why don't you actually do something with it. Some magic or something?
She sighed.
Don't be silly. Of course I've done something with it. You see, when the house elfs touch the cloth, they will be hypnotized into thinking that freedom is what they really want!
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Blimey, mate! Said Ron as Harry told him what happened with Hermione. She really is taking this spew thing too far. If I had her brains, I'd use them to get into the minestry. Honestly, mate, she really needs to sort out her prioteties.
Ron sighed. The two of them walked away from the quidditch pitch. In the locker room, while changing, Ron came up with an idea. The perfect way to get rid of all of the spew nonsence.
Harry, he said, I have an idea.
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That night, Ron and Harry put on his father's invisibility cloak and went down to the kitchens. This was phase one. Harry sneezed; all over Ron.
Watch it mate! Do you really think that Dobby will listen to a guy all covered in snot?
Scourgify! The snot disapeared off of Ron.
Blimey! Since when have you been a male Hermione? No, wait. It took you three weeks to figure out how to say it right and move your wand the right way, and then another two weeks for the spell to actually work. Who are you? A kind of smart Crabbe? No, hold on. That's an oxy-moron.
Ron, SHUT UP! Harry said in a whisper. Mrs. Norris! Go on, RUN!
They ran. The portrait of the fruit seemed miles away. Finally, they entered the kitchens. As they pulled of the cloak, panting, Dobby ran over to them.
Can Dobby be of any service to Harry Potter and his good friend Ron Weasley?
Not now Dobby! We're in a hurry!Said Harry. Say, have you been missing anything lately? Yes, I know you have. Here, take Winky's tablecloth. Hermione took it, but nothing really happened.
What does you mean, sirs? Dobby found his blanket last night. The other house elves are washing it now, sirs.
What? Ron and Harry took back the fake tablecloth that they had given Dobby. Right as Hermione walked in.
Busted! She said.
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So, Harry. What do you think about my newest creation for S.P.E.W.?
Harry Potter had been looking for Hermione's homework so that he could copy the answers, but while in the process, he stumbled across a red and white sheet. It looked suspiciously like the tablecloth that Dobby aways covered Winky with when she got drunk. He had brought it down to the common room, planning to bring it down to Dobby later, when Hermione came running down from the girls dormetories, looking quite worried. Spotting the tablecloth in Harry's hands, she sighed and kissed him on the cheek. Relieved that he had 'found' it, Hermione confided in him that she had indeed borrowed the cloth, and asked him what he had thought about it.
Hermione, what on earth are you doing with a tablecloth. I mean, you being you, why don't you actually do something with it. Some magic or something?
She sighed.
Don't be silly. Of course I've done something with it. You see, when the house elfs touch the cloth, they will be hypnotized into thinking that freedom is what they really want!
~
Blimey, mate! Said Ron as Harry told him what happened with Hermione. She really is taking this spew thing too far. If I had her brains, I'd use them to get into the minestry. Honestly, mate, she really needs to sort out her prioteties.
Ron sighed. The two of them walked away from the quidditch pitch. In the locker room, while changing, Ron came up with an idea. The perfect way to get rid of all of the spew nonsence.
Harry, he said, I have an idea.
~
That night, Ron and Harry put on his father's invisibility cloak and went down to the kitchens. This was phase one. Harry sneezed; all over Ron.
Watch it mate! Do you really think that Dobby will listen to a guy all covered in snot?
Scourgify! The snot disapeared off of Ron.
Blimey! Since when have you been a male Hermione? No, wait. It took you three weeks to figure out how to say it right and move your wand the right way, and then another two weeks for the spell to actually work. Who are you? A kind of smart Crabbe? No, hold on. That's an oxy-moron.
Ron, SHUT UP! Harry said in a whisper. Mrs. Norris! Go on, RUN!
They ran. The portrait of the fruit seemed miles away. Finally, they entered the kitchens. As they pulled of the cloak, panting, Dobby ran over to them.
Can Dobby be of any service to Harry Potter and his good friend Ron Weasley?
Not now Dobby! We're in a hurry!Said Harry. Say, have you been missing anything lately? Yes, I know you have. Here, take Winky's tablecloth. Hermione took it, but nothing really happened.
What does you mean, sirs? Dobby found his blanket last night. The other house elves are washing it now, sirs.
What? Ron and Harry took back the fake tablecloth that they had given Dobby. Right as Hermione walked in.
Busted! She said.
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