Two things crossed Woopy's mind at her laugh and words.

One. She was laughing. This witch. This strange looking, brown hair owning, red robe wearing witch was laughing at him. At him explaining his purpose.

Oh, if he could - oh if he could - Woopy would have jinxed her. No. He would have hexed her. No, in fact, Woopy knew what he would have done. He would have transfigured her into a sponge. Then who'd be the one laughing? Not her. She'd be a sponge. Woopy knew sponges couldn't laugh.

The second thought was her insinuation that he thought she was his master. His disdain for this assumption was as clear as the sun hurt his eyes.

"You is really stupid." Woopy said as he walked past her. He was no longer uncomfortable and more just irritated.

"Woopy said he serve you not that you his master," He huffed, "You ears not work? You not his master, you is annoying."

Woopy continued to move beyond where she was stood before stopping and turning on the balls of his feet, "And stop be so nice to Woopy. It weird!"