April 21st, 1888
There were two things Woopy hated more than having to cook and clean for a body of unskilled, self-absorbed, and self-entitled school students:
The first; students who wore green clothing.
Woopy had never cared to figure out what the colours of Hogwarts meant though he had figured out the names of each colour. Each year, a colour would win. There didn't seem to be a rhyme or reason to it but, then, one doesn't see what one doesn't look for. He didn't care to remember the names; they were too long anyway. Green, blue, red, and the other one were all he needed to remember.
The second thing Woopy hated more was first year students.
He had good reasoning for this.
Second years and above had typically gotten used to the wonders of Hogwarts (and Woopy considered himself a great marvel of a wonder) and so, ignoring the prodding and poking and general tomfoolery of children finding fun out of making his life literal hell, they typically ignored him and were used to the presence of House Elves.
Most first years, however, had barely seen one - let alone interacted with one - so when it came to a new term, every year, Woopy was overwhelmed with students thinking he was a pet or a friendly being or something that needed studying as if he was part of their Care of Magical Creatures class.
They often learned quickly, though, that this wasn't the case.
Today was no different, it seemed.
Woopy had gone to the Slytherin Common Room on his daily cleaning route and it became quickly apparent that it wasn't going to be a pleasant experience.
It was quiet save for one girl sitting on one of the sofas and he had the perfect idea as to how he could get rid of her. It usually worked. Sometimes.
He moved over to her and stepped on her foot, huffing as he did so; "Move green girl, Woopy is cleaning." The House Elf demanded briskly. He then climbed onto the sofa and stared at her at an uncomfortably close distance to her face.
If this didn't work, nothing would.