Merlin, I KNEW this would happen. I fell behind. But the good news is that I've written two chapters for today to make up for it. Yay!
December 11: 2017
13 days until Christmas…
The four common rooms of Hogwarts might have been filled with relaxed students showing off gifts and waiting for dinner, but beneath the stone floors was a kitchen busier than Grand Central during rush hour.
"And they do this all without pay?" Rose asked incredulously as a house elf rushed by with a teetering tower of dirty dishes on its head.
Albus shrugged and stole a tart from a silver platter. It was quickly replaced by another house elf. "Yeah. So? Where'd you think the Christmas feast came from? Magic?" He laughed at his own joke, making Rose glare at him.
"I's'kay," Scorpius said thickly through a mouthful of pudding. "They don't mind, and hey, free food and labor!"
"That's so cruel! You're making them work on Christmas!" Rose accused.
"It's not our fault," Scorpius said, moving to make room for two house elves heaving a tureen of soup. "If you don't like it, you'll have to talk to McGonagall."
"I think I will," Rose snapped, marching out of the kitchens with her nose in the air.
None of them knew why Ron started laughing hysterically when he found out about their daughter's campaign for elf rights.