What do you get when you cross pubescent children, a common area for said children to meet, and anything - literally anything? A giant mess! That's what.
Woopy was certain students had no idea what happened in the common rooms whilst they were in classes. He suspected they thought it was just magic that caused all of their dirty clothes, untidy beds, loose sheets of parchment, and old ink pots to suddenly find themselves neat and tidy. Which was a novel thought in and of itself.
It was - strictly speaking - magic. Though there was still a lot of working that went into maintaining the castle. Woopy often elected to focus on the common rooms when there were the least amount of people traipsing around the halls which, for all intents and purposes, was exactly what was supposed to happen.
Running down the stairs from the tower, as Woopy rather enjoyed these stairs when they were quiet, Woopy found himself not only knocking harshly into someone, but covered in some form of potion.
Startled, Woopy apparated onto a nearby painting; clinging onto the frame and hanging from it with one hand.
He stared at the girl who looked rather apologetic for a few moments before jumping down and glancing behind her; she'd left a trail.
"Look!" He exclaimed, now sounding more annoyed than scared, "Stupid witch leaving potions everywhere! Stupid witch not know potions go in pot! Not person!"
Flailing his arms around with quite the dramatic flair, the house elf shook his head and cast the cleaning charm on himself before moving to inspect the girl closer.
Practically pressing his nose against her clothing, Woopy shouted with a shrill tone, "Now Woopy must tidy this up too!"
He stood back and glared at her, "POTIONS GO IN POT NOT PEOPLE!" He shouted once more, wanting to drive the point home, his arms crossed expectantly.
Woopy was certain students had no idea what happened in the common rooms whilst they were in classes. He suspected they thought it was just magic that caused all of their dirty clothes, untidy beds, loose sheets of parchment, and old ink pots to suddenly find themselves neat and tidy. Which was a novel thought in and of itself.
It was - strictly speaking - magic. Though there was still a lot of working that went into maintaining the castle. Woopy often elected to focus on the common rooms when there were the least amount of people traipsing around the halls which, for all intents and purposes, was exactly what was supposed to happen.
Running down the stairs from the tower, as Woopy rather enjoyed these stairs when they were quiet, Woopy found himself not only knocking harshly into someone, but covered in some form of potion.
Startled, Woopy apparated onto a nearby painting; clinging onto the frame and hanging from it with one hand.
He stared at the girl who looked rather apologetic for a few moments before jumping down and glancing behind her; she'd left a trail.
"Look!" He exclaimed, now sounding more annoyed than scared, "Stupid witch leaving potions everywhere! Stupid witch not know potions go in pot! Not person!"
Flailing his arms around with quite the dramatic flair, the house elf shook his head and cast the cleaning charm on himself before moving to inspect the girl closer.
Practically pressing his nose against her clothing, Woopy shouted with a shrill tone, "Now Woopy must tidy this up too!"
He stood back and glared at her, "POTIONS GO IN POT NOT PEOPLE!" He shouted once more, wanting to drive the point home, his arms crossed expectantly.