A Day in the Live of a House Elf
By Alexia S. Luclwit
Dally was nothing like his name. In fact, everything was done so promptly that his owners wondered if the mess had even existed. Which, in their case, it had. Living in a house with four kids was a lovely arrangement for Dally; he was the kid's caretaker, constant companion and cooker of meals. Before he went to sleep in his own small be in the children's room he cleaned the mess.
Tonight there were the remnants of a pillow fight, crisps were everywhere and toys were scattered on every floor. Within ten minutes he had them put back in their rightful places. Then he began the wash while he levitated the dishes to the washer. Most house elves he knew were not overtly happy with where they lived, but all would defend their owners. Dally loved his owners, truly cared about them because they cared about him. If, and if was rare, he fell ill they looked after him as he did them, and not many Houselves could say that. Most were left to go curl up in a corner of the attic until they felt better, and that was that.
Dally was allowed to use the owl post. The kids sent him letters from school, and above all, Dally could read. He wrote them letters back, and told them about everything that went on at the house. In fact, Dally did more than that, in secrecy. Dally was 'Mr. Sila'anders," of the Daily Prophet news writers. Updates were owled to his house and his replies were avid, and indistinguishable between the writing of a person, or as himself an elf.
So he wondered why people like Hermione Granger ran clubs such as S.P.E.W, when Houselves did far more than she knew, had more freedom than she knew. Most in fact were parts of secret organizations of their own, all unbeknownst to their owners. They were a separated breed, and set apart under the wandless decree. Despite such, they were far from helpless, and could be freed if they truly wished it so.
By Alexia S. Luclwit
Dally was nothing like his name. In fact, everything was done so promptly that his owners wondered if the mess had even existed. Which, in their case, it had. Living in a house with four kids was a lovely arrangement for Dally; he was the kid's caretaker, constant companion and cooker of meals. Before he went to sleep in his own small be in the children's room he cleaned the mess.
Tonight there were the remnants of a pillow fight, crisps were everywhere and toys were scattered on every floor. Within ten minutes he had them put back in their rightful places. Then he began the wash while he levitated the dishes to the washer. Most house elves he knew were not overtly happy with where they lived, but all would defend their owners. Dally loved his owners, truly cared about them because they cared about him. If, and if was rare, he fell ill they looked after him as he did them, and not many Houselves could say that. Most were left to go curl up in a corner of the attic until they felt better, and that was that.
Dally was allowed to use the owl post. The kids sent him letters from school, and above all, Dally could read. He wrote them letters back, and told them about everything that went on at the house. In fact, Dally did more than that, in secrecy. Dally was 'Mr. Sila'anders," of the Daily Prophet news writers. Updates were owled to his house and his replies were avid, and indistinguishable between the writing of a person, or as himself an elf.
So he wondered why people like Hermione Granger ran clubs such as S.P.E.W, when Houselves did far more than she knew, had more freedom than she knew. Most in fact were parts of secret organizations of their own, all unbeknownst to their owners. They were a separated breed, and set apart under the wandless decree. Despite such, they were far from helpless, and could be freed if they truly wished it so.