15th April, 1888
Silly, stupid students with their stupid, silly lives. Woopy was not happy. He'd been sent to the library to do some dusting of the shelving which though he didn't mind that particularly much, the students of Hogwarts had a tendency of leaving their trash everywhere and it was out of loyalty and obligation that Woopy had to clean up after them.
He never really understood wizardkind. Sure, there were the exceptions to the rule that - generally - wizards were mean and nasty, but they were often just that and Woopy found his unwavering loyalty toward them extremely confusing. Not that he minded; he rather enjoyed his work, despite his protests to the contrary.
Woopy apparated to the library and moved between the tables, his spindly arms raised above his head as balls of paper that had been left on the table began unfolding themselves and stacking themselves in a neat pile ready for disposal.
"Hmph. Silly wizards think Woopy wants to tidy after them." Woopy grumbled and looked up at the shelving.
It was dusty. Clicking his fingers, the papers came to a halt next to him - they all appeared to just be notes from some studying - and a cloth appeared in his hand.
It was at this point at Woopy noticed someone watching him work. He turned to the patron and glared, "Staring is rude."