Stopping dead in his fit of laughter, Woopy darted to sit upward and looked at her with a quivering lip. He’d never been spoken to like this before.
Wait.
He had been. A lot.
Thinking on it, Phineas Black often threatened murder when Woopy was around though Woopy often took it with a pinch of salt. Woopy was far too valuable an elf. That was like a sponge telling water it would murder the water but it couldn’t because sponges needed water to clean effectively and also they were sponges and sponges are inanimate objects. They can’t talk.

Though this was different. She was stern and he did not like that for a moment. Allowing his emotions to fully take over, Woopy began bawling – and loudly – at every word she said. Each word was like a dagger in his heart and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

He did clean! He just made sure he was still right next to her when he did so! He did do what she asked! Why was she so perfect and yet so hurtful!?

Why, Merlin on a broomstick in the middle of a full moon, why!

“Woopy sorry!” He yelled as he headbutted the wooden bench about four times, “Woopy… awful house elf!” He continued as he rolled off the table, still crying, and landed on the stone floor – which he proceeded to then also headbutt.

This was hard. Love was hard.

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