Butterbeer Addiction
Dobby looked at the floor, unsatisfied with the remaining scuffmarks left from the shoes of students. As he began to scrub the floor of the Slytherin Common Room intently with his old graying rag, he heard a stirring noise behind him. Dobby turned around in shock.
"Oh, it's just you Winky. You made Dobby frightened!"
Winky hiccupped, then stumbled towards one of the over stuffed armchairs.
"No, Dobby thinks Winky is drunk! Not again. Winky must not drink so much!" Dobby shrieked.
Winky slightly smiled, then bent over to pick up a Drooble's Bubble Gum wrapper near the chair. She hobbled, ever so gently and drunkly, over to the trash and threw it away.
"Dobby wishes Winky would just stop drinking. Dobby knows Winky misses Mr. Crouch, the evil man he was, but Dobby can't drink so much, it's bad for us house elves"
Winky could here him talking, but she instead walked around the room, swaying with every step. She stopped and wiped her nose on the stained smock she wore before speaking.
"Mr. Crouch was not an evil man! Dobby is crazy! Dobby knows he must serve his master, but Dobby doesn't! Dobby wanted to be free!" Winky yelled. But, her yelling caught up with her, and Winky found herself unconscious on the common room floor.
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"Winky! Wake up! Dobby is worried!"
Winky stirred, then looked around, she did not know where she was, and screamed.
"Where is Winky? Winky wants to know where she is. NOW!"
Dobby sighed. "Your in the secret room Winky, the Room of Requirement," he simply said. "Winky, put these clean clothes on, you've dribbled butterbeer all down your front."
"Dobby is a nutty house elf. All this business with clothes... Hmph," Winky said, refusing Dobby's offer with clean clothes.
"DOBBY IS NOT A NUTTY HOUSE ELF!" Dobby screamed. "Maybe Dobby wouldn't be nutty is Winky would just accept her master is dead! Dead, Winky! He's dead! So, don't drink!"
"Winky thinks Dobby is off his rocker. Winky thinks Dobby needs some butterbeer to calm down!"
"Winky is just jealous!" Dobby retorted.
Winky took another slug of butterbeer.
"Winky! Don't drink!"
"Winky can't help it! It's Winky's only thing to not think of Mr. Crouch!" she said, very loudly. "It is Winky's addiction."
"Find another addiction then, Winky!" Dobby screamed.
"I can't!" Winky lowered her voice and mumbled. "But I just can't."
"Please put on the clean clothes, Winky. Dobby wants you look acceptable and be a nice house elf." Dobby sat down on a stool, next to the stack of hideously patterned clothes that Winky still wouldn't were.
"Why does Dobby care so much about Winky?" Winky whispered.
"Because, Dobby loves Winky..."
End.