Wait. Was he actually letting her go on her own? He wasn't going to fight it? Thank goodness, she could figure out what the hell was going on without him breathing down her neck-- literally. She wasn't going to second guess it, she was going to flee and then lock the doors to her house, and her bedroom, and any other door she could imagine. Not that it would stop an apparating house elf but she would sleep better knowing it.

She scarely noticed when he broke down into tears to start off with. She was filled with such relief. "Now now," she said in the tone she reserved for Beth when she cried over nothing, "I'm sure I will be fine. Once I get home I'll go straight to bed, that way tomorrow will come as soon as possible, okay?"

Lie. A straight out lie. She was going to lie in bed for hours, afraid that any sound she made would summon the dirty little elf and he'd never leave.

But she had to go. Now. Before he changed his mind. Stepping away, Eleanor made it to the door before her conscience got the best of her and she turned to face him just a little. "Good night, Woopy." She'd regret that statement but propriety demanded she be nice, even to a weird little house elf.