Corvus woke up to the sound of clanging dishes downstairs.
"Crys? Is that you making a racket at this ungodly hour?" Corvus shouted.
When Corvus received no answer, she groaned and rolled out of bed. She made her way downstairs to the small kitchen area in the back of the building. As Corvus entered the room, she was startled by the house elf who looked to be making breakfast.
"Um, hello," a wide-eyed Corvus said.
"Hello! I is Twitchy. Is you Mistress Corvus Black?" the elf replied. "Twitchy is cooking breakfast for you!"
"You can just call me Corvus," Corvus said, looking at the pile of food on the counter.
"Mistress Corvus must sits and eat," Twitchy said as she levitated a plate full of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and orange slices to the counter directly in front of Corvus. At a snap of Twitchy's fingers, a cup of steaming coffee also appeared.
"Thank you, Twitchy," Corvus said. "But you don't need to make this much every morning."
"Is Twitchy's pleasure to cooks meals!"
"Mmmm. Do I smell food?" Crys asked, walking in. As soon as she spotted the house elf, she squealed. "Oh my god! You're a real house elf!"
"Crys, this is Twitchy," Corvus said. "Twitchy, this is Crystal."
"Is Miss Crystal also Twitchy's mistress too?" the elf asked.
"Yes, you should listen to Crystal as well as me," Corvus said.
"I've never met a house elf before," Crystal gushed. "Tell me all about yourself!"
Twitchy seemed a bit unnerved at Crystal's enthusiasm, and attempted to deflect the conversation away from herself by asking the two women all about their favorite foods.
Over breakfast, Corvus and Twitchy agreed upon the terms of Twitchy's employment. Twitchy would receive two galleons a week in pay, would have Mondays off, and would live in the walk-in pantry in the kitchen. She would also have a green Starbucks apron to wear over the brown burlap sack that she was currently wearing as a dress.
After breakfast, the two women were about to leave the kitchen when they saw Twitchy placing a bowl of milk on the floor.
"Twitchy, what's the milk for?" Crys asked.
"Is for Twitchy's new friend," she replied, turning around and getting to work cleaning up, effectively dismissing her new mistresses.