Laundry Day
Written for Lamia's Daily Speed-writing Competition
Prompt - purple underwear
Lucius sighed in frustration, looking around the room for his missing house elf. Just where had Dobby run off to now? He'd been searching the manor for him for an hour, and still couldn't find the incompetent elf.
Ever since Dobby discovered the wine barrels in the cellar, Lucius noticed that not only had his wine started mysteriously vanishing, but his house elf had as well. It was obvious that Dobby had been sneaking into the wine, drinking it little by little over a period of days until one of the barrels was almost half empty. But so far he'd been unable to catch him in the act.
Lucius called the elf's name, bending down to look for him under the couch.
This was ridiculous. Dobby was his servant. And yet here he was, searching the house for his wine smuggling little elf. He then felt a tap on his shoulder, and leapt up with a yelp, his flowing cloak swirling around him as he turned to see Severus standing behind him.
"Severus," he gasped, one hand holding his chest. "What are you doing here? The meeting isn't until ten o' clock."
"Actually, Lucius, I'm here to inform you that the meeting began ten minutes ago. The Dark Lord was concerned, and sent me to see what was keeping you."
Just then Dobby popped into the room, giggling and laughing as stood before his master, the ragged pillowcase that served as a shirt stained with deep purple blotches.
"Yes, master?" Dobby laughed, staggering forward and tripping over his feet. He clung to Lucius' leg to keep himself from falling to the floor. "You is calling for Dobby, sir?"
"Dobby!" Lucius snarled, picking the elf up by the back of his pillowcase and hoisting him into the air. "You were supposed to wash my clothes so I'd look presentable for the meeting. Now, thanks to your drunken antics I have to attend the meeting in the same clothes I wore yesterday."
Severus sighed and rolled his eyes. "I hardly think the Dark Lord is going to care whether or not your suit is clean and pressed, Lucius. He's more concerned about your absence."
Lucius dropped the elf, who was now rolling on the floor laughing. "You are to wash my clothes at once, Dobby," he said. "That is an order. And they had better be clean by the time the meeting is over."
.oOo.
The meeting was drawing to a close. Voldemort was just about to wrap things up when Dobby suddenly popped into the room, landing atop the table in the center of the room.
Several people gasped, others simply stared open mouthed and wide eyed in shock, as the drunken elf pranced merrily atop the table with a pair of Lucius' purple underwear on his head.
The house elf had somehow managed to stuff his large ears through the leg holes in the underwear, his ears flapping as he danced and spun in a circle.
Narcissa's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing bright red at the sight of her husband's favorite purple shorts on display for everyone to see. "Lucius..." she said. "He's... he's wearing your undergarments on his head."
"Purple underwear?" Bellatrix cried, leaning forward in her seat and looking at Lucius. She then burst out laughing, sliding out of her chair and onto the floor.
Lucius took one look at the elf and launched himself across the table, grabbing for the elf and missing as Dobby doged the blond aristocrat and rolled off the table onto the floor.
Dobby weaved between the legs of the people seated at the table, still laughing as he ran for the door.Lucius chased after him, leaving the others sitting there with stunned expressions on their faces, a few of them laughing along with Bellatrix, as he headed out the door after Dobby.