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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 3:57 pm
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Alui the elf was a quiet, timid thing. She had been the house elf for a cruel, cruel family who had mistreated her so, and after the terribly unfortunate deaths of her former Masters and Mistresses, she had found herself at Hogwarts in the kitchens. She was frightfully scared of the young Masters and Misses and practically scrubbed her poor little hands to bits whenever a young student of the great Hogwarts came into the kitchens. She was well accomplished at the skills of elf-magic and cleaning, but not quite so accomplished in the great feat of speaking without a terrible stammer. Whenever she was addressed, her little hands would go to her worn clothes on her small frame, wringing the endges of the fabric as her large green eyes darted around on the floor, mumbling her reply and scurrying off as soon as she could to get back to her work. She was even shy around the other elves, and seemed to always expect a beating, but she worked hard, and she thought perhaps that would be enough.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 7:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2013 10:34 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2013 12:25 pm
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Alui shied almost immediately when she discerned that the girl was speaking to her, and tugged at the hem of her little cloth covering, large blue eyes looking around at objects on the floor as if they were some eternal fascination. "Missus, this one's name is Alui, Missus, an' Umm terrible at cookin', Missus. The Mistress said so, an' made me do it again every mornin'..." Alui said, shuffling closer despite herself. The kind girl's warmth was drawing the little elf in. She had never been spoken to with such softness and she, though nervous as ever, thought that maybe she might make a friend, which, of course, she only knew of in theory and by watching others and their companions.
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Posted: Fri Sep 27, 2013 10:27 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 8:29 pm
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Alui's big eyes glanced up and the smallest of smiles pulled at her lips. "Well, Missus, this one's favourite was always, mmm, the breakfast breads, mmm, this one 'ould always eat the ones the Mistress said to throw out, an' the dough was, mmm, always nice to roll, Missus." The little elf fidgeted with her covering, but her big eyes kept resting on Nikki's for the slightest of moments, and the little smile stayed in place as the elf thought of her own favourite foods to make, even if she felt guilty for eating what was supposed to be thrown out.
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Posted: Sun Sep 29, 2013 1:03 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 3:26 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 8:48 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 1:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 9:22 am
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