Disclaimer: I donÕt own Dobby (no matter how much I wish I did). I also donÕt own a cell phone, nor do I own any other Harry Potter characters that I mention in here --
unless thereÕs an astric (*) next to them; that means I created them. If thereÕs two astrics (**) by it, that means I borrowed them from somebody else.
If Dobby had a cell phone....
He would probably order socks day in and day out. I donÕt know if they would be t.v. order or not, but I feel sure he would. Also, he might not be able to use the cell phone properly, so he could turn it on by accident. Anyway, between ordering socks and accidents, Dobby would probably be broke within a month. HereÕs a fic about DobbyÕs first day with his cell phone.
Dobby woke up that morning and started. He was in front of the fireplace in the Hogwarts kitchens. He supposed he had fallen asleep right there instead of in the elvesÕ sleeping quarters where he usually slept. Dobby leapt up, winced (he had a cramp from sleeping slumped against the hearth), and was about to hurry to his eternal morning job of frying the bacon when he realized that something was clunking against the sweater that Wheezy had given him.
Dobby immediately looked down, and to his great surprise and delight, found the cell phone that kind Miss Granger had given him the day before. He now remembered why he had fallen asleep in front of the fire --- he had been experimenting with his new phone, which Miss Granger had charmed so that it worked inside Hogwarts. The bacon could wait, Dobby decided, he wanted to watch for the delivery of the socks he had ordered. One pair should be vivid purple, with a pattern of tangerines, another was solid navy blue but for the pink bands around the ankles, and the last was covered in dancing chickens that really moved.
With the promise of socks to help him along, Dobby scurried up to the entrance hall, bowing to Professor Vector as they passed. There he sat for several hours until an owl swooped in through a conveniently open window. It was carrying a lumpy parcel wrapped in brown paper, which Dobby ripped open excitedly as the owl flew out through said window. He was greeted by several dancing hens wearing top hats. He lifted that pair of socks out of the paper gingerly so as to admire the other pairs. Then, coming out of his trance and remembering that he was supposed to be helping to make breakfast, he hurried back to the kitchens, pulling on the tangerine-patterned pair as he went.
Dobby arrived in the kitchens several minutes later, out of breath but happy. The other elves were already setting the golden platters on the enchanted tables, and he hastened to help them. He normally enjoyed working, but today he positively beamed as he set jugs of pumpkin juice on the tables at regular intervals. He was planning on making some calls later.
A/N: Well? Was it pathetic? Was it astounding? Tell me what you think by reviewing or at: dobbyfan18@msn.com I might continue DobbyÕs story later if I finish all the other ridiculous ideas.
If Dobby had a cell phone....
He would probably order socks day in and day out. I donÕt know if they would be t.v. order or not, but I feel sure he would. Also, he might not be able to use the cell phone properly, so he could turn it on by accident. Anyway, between ordering socks and accidents, Dobby would probably be broke within a month. HereÕs a fic about DobbyÕs first day with his cell phone.
Dobby woke up that morning and started. He was in front of the fireplace in the Hogwarts kitchens. He supposed he had fallen asleep right there instead of in the elvesÕ sleeping quarters where he usually slept. Dobby leapt up, winced (he had a cramp from sleeping slumped against the hearth), and was about to hurry to his eternal morning job of frying the bacon when he realized that something was clunking against the sweater that Wheezy had given him.
Dobby immediately looked down, and to his great surprise and delight, found the cell phone that kind Miss Granger had given him the day before. He now remembered why he had fallen asleep in front of the fire --- he had been experimenting with his new phone, which Miss Granger had charmed so that it worked inside Hogwarts. The bacon could wait, Dobby decided, he wanted to watch for the delivery of the socks he had ordered. One pair should be vivid purple, with a pattern of tangerines, another was solid navy blue but for the pink bands around the ankles, and the last was covered in dancing chickens that really moved.
With the promise of socks to help him along, Dobby scurried up to the entrance hall, bowing to Professor Vector as they passed. There he sat for several hours until an owl swooped in through a conveniently open window. It was carrying a lumpy parcel wrapped in brown paper, which Dobby ripped open excitedly as the owl flew out through said window. He was greeted by several dancing hens wearing top hats. He lifted that pair of socks out of the paper gingerly so as to admire the other pairs. Then, coming out of his trance and remembering that he was supposed to be helping to make breakfast, he hurried back to the kitchens, pulling on the tangerine-patterned pair as he went.
Dobby arrived in the kitchens several minutes later, out of breath but happy. The other elves were already setting the golden platters on the enchanted tables, and he hastened to help them. He normally enjoyed working, but today he positively beamed as he set jugs of pumpkin juice on the tables at regular intervals. He was planning on making some calls later.
A/N: Well? Was it pathetic? Was it astounding? Tell me what you think by reviewing or at: dobbyfan18@msn.com I might continue DobbyÕs story later if I finish all the other ridiculous ideas.